Good morning

This is the right step in the wrong direction
i don't think ill ever care
theres this blood on my fingertips
and traces of it, left in your hair
between the smells and the smiles
sometimes its hard to forget
that forever in a moment is hard to do
yet somehow the breath holds strong,
and I'm up to counting twenty two hundred moments
but since you're sleeping
i wont come and wake you up
although, sometime in the morning
id love to come and get you, take you away
where the substitutes drink mexican PBR
and the old couples still glare and smile
so i raise my glass, half full
and somehow filled to drunken spill
may the child never go unspoiled
and may your lips never fade
don't forget to giggle at my wit
no matter its unworthy partition
i never know how to end these things
i think ill quit before I'm ahead
goodnight five hundred times
and good morning only once
but don't forget to smile at your inhibitions