Trust

This is such a lonely bed, with tired eyes at 4 a.m
The TV set reminds me this is only a test
The middle of the night can bring moments of uncertainty, but I can’t help but think

Oh, if I could start all over again
I’d empty my mouth of all the words left unsaid, swallow my pride and reach out my hand
But can you trust a desperate man?

My clarity becomes a mess, as emptiness fills up my chest
One bottle gives me sleep tonight, but two gives me rest
Nights are long when hope is gone, but they say it’s darkest just before the dawn
So I remind myself I don’t have to do this alone

Oh, if I could start all over again
I’d empty my mouth of all the words left unsaid, swallow my pride and reach out my hand
But can you trust a desperate man?

When did I become this person I can’t trust?