Is Your Bedroom Ceiling Bored?

I stay up late and I talk to the Moon
And I can’t stop tellin’ him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing I do
And these four white walls, they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I’ll never send
This is the place that I just can’t pretend to be alright

Is your bedroom ceiling bored like mine
Of you staring at it all the time?
‘Cause it’s seen so many nights where I cry and I yell at the sky
For not telling you how I feel
Is your bedroom ceiling bored
Like mine?

I get up early and talk to the Sun
I ask her for guidance but she ain’t got none
How am I supposed to know you’re not the one?
I’m begging to the mirror ‘cause I can’t find an answer
Too busy fallin’ apart and I wonder
If you’re moving on, if you are, what’s your secret?