The days seems shorter,
And the nights grow larger.
You hide in a book,
While listening to some music.
You over-think way too much,
Though that could be not possible.
Why do you keep your mind going?
How do you shut it all out?
How can you make your mind shut for a while, not hear your voice over and over, the conscience making you think and think and think?
The girl with the leather jacket.