When i was little
I would go to New York
It always amazed me
How so many lights were always on all night
And it took me ages to fall asleep
Looking back i realize
It wasnt the lights that would keep me up
It was the noise
I realize the same thing now
When i overthink
In the night time
I can never quite find a spot to fall asleep
Its not voices per say
More like ideas
At a million miles per hour
Shooting through my mind
Nothing of too much importance
But in that hazy time between night and day
Theres no telling what i think is important
And sadly
Most of it
I can never remember when i wake up
I dont think i forget really
Just never remembered
Passing through my mind
But not at enough value to register as something to keep in my head
Just something to consider and leave
Its a funny way of thinking
But its better than crying out those ideas
In the darkest point
Everyones weakest moment
Strong enough to think
Brought back to New York
And i remember that after a while
The lights and the noise is relaxing
Calming
Refreshing
Because it lets you know youre okay
Youre not alone
