Feeling afraid of falling down to second best
Need you to say you know that it's just in my head
Don't know what to do, the feeling seems so consequential
I know you know me
More than I know myself
Call it strange
You feel this way
You're
Older, I'm bipolar
The weather's getting colder
Need you to stay
You make me better
Harder to say
But I'll write you a letter
I'll write you a letter
Feeling confused
Reading the news, I know I just can't grasp it yet
Trying to get loose and lose it just to lose my head
Craving the day where
I don't have to feel like this
I know you know me
More than I know myself
Call it strange
You feel this way
You're
Older and bipolar
The weather's getting colder
Need you to stay
You make me better
Harder to say
But I'll write you a letter
Write you a letter