The Glutton Of Sympathy

In the breathless hush of 4 am
In the dark, it's a sad cliché
Cloaked in the Navy blue, of slowly fading stars
Tell me how this came to be
Sleeplessness, talk to me
She'd say over and over, again.
Fumbling through a cut of glass vase
Passing lipstick in cotton spools
Burning jealous pictures of marriages of friends
You never asked to be
The glutton of sympathy
She says over and over
That this is the end
'Cause I see it in your eyes
You don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned
Such wonderful words
On this white, snow vacant page
All the lessons that she learned
She packs away
Well you never cease to be
The glutton of sympathy
She writes over and over, again.
That's when I see it in your eyes
What you don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned
Tossing, turning, roll away
Indecision, won't you ever make up your
Lifetime, nighttime, wake the day
'Cause tomorrow we'll see if
You've had your fill of sympathy
Well you never cease to be
The glutton of sympathy
Oh don't you know the stars are all fading
Let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile.