Breathing in through cracks in my teeth,
While half closed eyes glimpse in between
One more hour...
Turning back the night's affairs
Pulled in close
The taste, so bitter sweet

Black out my eyes
The daylight keeps creeping in
Close those blinds
This comfort is killing me
Fumble with excuses
And actions that won't excuse
Dry eyes tear gently
(Daylight keeps creeping in, comfort is killing me)

Train of thought slipping off the tracks
All passengers killed on impact
One more hour...
Spent alone scowling
Reflection, picked apart
The face loses its effect

Now his spirits broken
Gather loose pieces up
Stitch broken fingers
Real mending takes time
Never have enough time
Holding needle and thread takes much steadier hands
and the steadiest hands still tear tightly sewn hems

Healing up black eyes as daylight just slips away
Closed blinds, now open, the sky is black
Quick to slip, but caught, not falling
Excuses, we'll never learn
Dry eyes tear gently but those tears are dry now
(Daylight keeps creeping in, comfort is killing me)


Lyrics submitted by asunriseapart

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