Not enough left in the silence after our goodbye to hang on to
A note, a touch, the curl of an eyelash wish wasted on the ground
There's too much these days to lead me away from Happy
And I refuse to leave a trail for you to follow because two lost people solve nothing
I want to find my way back to the sunlight
But there aren't enough hours in the night for me to rest easy
And my head droops daily from sunrise onward
Feels like lifting pianos, walking step by step and these useless arms just aren't dexterous enough for doorknobs anymore
I wanted to find my way back but there's a forest of doors between here and yesterday and just the thought of trying to get each turn right exhausts me
Rocketing down the freeway with a lung full of death wishes, running on fumes
I imagined by now it would be better or be over
Could only dream of the day I would be so stable.
So stable.
Never counted on the exhausting monotony of despair.
I've been waiting for the daylight for so long I mistook the sickly strobe of a dirty fluorescent for the sun
Foot-candles be damned, Kelvin is close enough for me.
My brain says 5600 is sunny noontime on a beautiful day
But my mind says clinical, sterile, fake.
There's too much falloff and if I forget to take the medicine that's it. What a waste.
I never actually learned to find my way back
I guess I've just gotten more comfortable being lost.
Tumbling over my inability to control my own emotions
Sorry, let's never mention it again.
I'm trying to be a lighthouse and somehow on the way I ended up a boat
Cocky boat, me, has veered off course,
Decided to make my own path but I got lost.
I got lost somewhere between I love you and forever and the words died in my throat.
I wanted to be someone you could rely on
Rest your head on my shoulder and so on,
But I just didn't fit the role.
Some people aren't meant for the silver screen.
