I've been running out of reasons
For me to be scared to hold you tight
And just not care
I've been looking at the ceiling, it appeals to me now
How it can witness almost anything
Without making a sound

And I've been waiting all this time for you to make up
Make up your mind
But there's nothing more
But there's nothing more
But there's nothing more here
Feels like I've wasted my year
On this sick hope, on this sick dream
On this delusional sense of reality

And I hoped for a second
I could be your ceiling fan
I could give you what you wantеd the most
Without having to stand
And I've been waiting all this time for you to makе up
For you to make up your mind
But there's nothing more
But there's nothing more
But there's nothing more here