| We stumble into our dirty bedroom
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| Unload and undress, collapse into bed
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| Brushing away the past from our shoulders;
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| Another night, another day older
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| We discard our regrets and sleep in our secrets
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| You realize you don’t know how to tell me the truth
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| And I accept it: I am never happy to see you
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| We wake up early every day for weeks
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| Drive for long hours, take three person showers
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| You’re counting the days till you see him again
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| Another night, another day spent
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| Shutting my mouth tight, looking on the bright side
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| We knew from the start this would crush both of our hearts
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| But what can I say? |
| We did it anyway
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| But it is okay, we figured things would end up this way
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| And it is okay, I know I’ll stop breathing one day
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| And I’ll never be able to justify
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| The ways that I lived my only life
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| I just want something to feel all right
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| Something to show for all this time
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| How many times will I pour my heart into
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| Another person’s failure to move?
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| How many times can we give this a try?
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| How many nights will I lie awake waiting? |