Why don’t we all just try to wake up?
We just live our lives for the bottom of the cup.
We don’t see what we need, just what we want.
And we cry in the night but we don’t know why.
We look at our lives and all of our lies, wondering why we have yet to die.
The songs we sing are all depressing, when we spend all our days living in a dream.
We don’t see faces and we don’t hear names.
We laugh at darkness while we smile at pain.
We sleep while we walk and we live when we dream.
We don’t see our world ticking away, and we always pray our sanity stays.
Yet it leaves us every way, everyday.
We look at the time just slipping away.
While we hang by the minute hand as if this were our final stand.
We scream out loud, or so we think.
But it’s all in our head; our thoughts are making us sink.
We never see the night lights of our fast paced city.
Because we lay in the bed of our own self pity
Our life feels sweet and sad every waking moment.
It’s all part of a scheme and we’ve always known it.
We don’t know where, we don’t know why.
We sit here watching life pass by.
Knowing it all must come to an end.
We’ll either wake up to live, while we slowly die.
Or we’ll let our dreams swallow us whole and we’ll go for the ride.