I just want to stay up late at night Wondering how the ceiling can cave in on me, And still hang over me so clean and white, Because my life is a paradox that confusing to me. And I just want to ask abstract questions Ask them of the blank faces of these shining stars. Ask them for some kind of solid justification, For why I can race so hard and end up right back at the start. Because I have no answers here alone With just my confused mind and broken headphones. I wish I could add meaning or place Some kind of value on my silly rat race. But at the end of the day half the world is, You know, mad at me or at least really ticked. And I don’t even know what crime I’ve committed, So I stay up late, worrying and asking questions. And you know, I found love one of those days. I worked hard for it, and I think I still do. I found it in a smile, not in skinny jeans, But reality is just such an unlovely truth. All I wanted from life was a warm hearthside, Somebody to hold me close at the end of the day. So far I’ve just inherited a crazy, over-paced life, With enough second-guessing for a million mistakes. And as I sit here just now, alone tonight, With these bad movies and my heavy eyes, I know I’ve made more mistakes than I have right, But I’d rather apologize than see the light. And at the end of the day half the world is, You know, confused by me, or at least embarrassed. And I don’t even know what all I’ve broken, Sometimes I don’t even feel like I want to fix it. Well they mock me so, for being so young. Sometimes I wonder if they remember that at all. And they mock me, you know, for my hit and run, But I think they don’t remember what it’s like to fall. So I sit so confused and less than half awake, Trying to sort between emotions and rational. And I never can conclude half of my mistakes, Or put an ending on my frayed problems relational. I hope they know that I don’t want drama, I hope they believe I’m just too tired to care. But I try to care anyway and keep my heart warm, Because in the middle of the night, it’s alright to shed tears. But at the end of the day half the world is, You know, generally buried deep in their dreams. And I sit here alone in a silent house by myself, Asking questions of these beautiful mistakes. Because I want to keep everybody happy, I want to brighten rooms like everybody expects. Because I want to sleep and not be so exhausted, But it’s hard to remember what good sleep is. So I’ll tuck away, tuck away my endless questions. Lock them deep in a box full of mental cigarette stubs. Throw them away because I just can’t answer them. Or maybe just because I don’t care like I should. And if they ask questions now of this silent chair, I’ll be long gone in the veil of rainy night. They won’t get answers, they’ll just get stares. And I’ll be long gone for one more try. Yes, because at the end of the day half the world is, You know, generally just tired just like me. And they really don’t care for apologies or promises, Like me, all this world really wants is just some sleep.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 06:49:30 +0000
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