All alone needing love heading towards the door. Sit back down; pass the time like your keeping score. Lying down with a memory seems silly I know, but it better than nothing.
Can you catch a day that’s going to stir your soul? You run from yourself, you watch it take its toll. Praying in the dark seems silly I know, but it’s better than nothing.
Walking plank, blinded by daylight.
Suffocating so tired of waiting. Everybody you know thinks it’s better than nothing.
So it doesn’t really matter no? You try to convince yourself not to stay then not to go. All those faded emotions hanging around. When you finally do come up for air some reflection of you is always dancing with despair, all those faded emotions hanging around.
When the thread that you’re hanging onto, no longer needs or no longer wants you. Life can seem ruthless I know, but it’s better than nothing.
Walking plank, blinded by daylight. What’s so freighting about those shadows of love? A soft charade under the moonlight is better than nothing. There’s no getting off of this merry go round.