“Here I am, 12 a.m.
Sunken deep to my bed
Kept alive by the light of the moon
Close my eyes, but my mind's got its own plan tonight
And it keeps rubbing salt in the wound

I know it's too late
As night turns to day
Now there's no escaping the ghost

I can't shake these midnight thoughts when I'm alone
Latching to my brain and never letting go
So I'll start making friends with the noise in my head
And all these midnight thoughts when I'm alone”

Midnight Thoughts, Set It Off