Lyrics Pt. II (Motel Art) - Killing The Dream

Pt. II (Motel Art)

This isn’t what i hoped i’d have to say
It’s nothing that you want to hear
To say that nothing’s changed would be understating understatement
Things change, times change-
I remain the same, but (only) distantly familiar
Is this the way it is, or just the way i’ve let it be?
I lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill
If i could sleep, i dream of having reasons to wake up
They lie, they cheat, they steal, they kill
And every night they fall asleep content
It’s not depression for depression’s sake
Or desperation for a song
This is every day, this is all i know
So sick of days dreading the nights
So tired of fighting to keep off the lights
So sick of searching for what’s going to make it right
And now you’re sick of the same song?
I’m sick of writing it
Falling apart when nothing’s wrong
I wish i could could write a line, a sentence, or a word
That could pretend for long enough to give you what you want
I wish i could write a line, a sentence, or a word
That could pretend for long enough to tell me what i want
But there’s no resolution here
I’ve learned better than to wish
There’s no resolution here
There is only this