These are days These are days Wounded emotions I love boys who can cry Lights are on, and I'm home I don't sleep anymore Wounded emotions I have things to control I have things to control But how? Things to control But how? A life to live now But how? A life to live Smoke on my belly button Alone, together, alone Late night in the hall Still made up Alone, alone, alone How? How? How? I was thinking about the day Thinking about the day Thinking about the day Thinking about the day Cause these are days These are days Wounded emotions Wounded