The night plays games - Ryan Adams

These things inside me, they repeat like broken records
Spinning pretty things behind my eyes
And when I can't look at you
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old
I'm gonna miss you all the time.

Just a nobody girl
With a radar to the scene.
When the emptiness finds you
You find all the numbers you need.
You say you follow your heart
Well, honey, you're just being lost.
You could you follow your gut
But how much would it cost?

And the pain in the morning comes as easy as it goes