War On a Feeling

Refused to find the stars aligned in skies ripe for misleading
Reserve them my contempt
And worlds behind their obscured lights
Confidence depleted
In hopes that you won't find us retreating
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer
Forewarned though I had been
A family's ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement
It reminded me of the times when I sit down and cry
And hope you find someone who won't hurt you
As much as I know I do
Cause "Twenty-five years down the line" means a hundred changing seasons
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
I'm missing what the days have been stealing
Staring up at the ceiling
Waging war on a feeling
Half-asleep machinery
The city's always driving
And shouldn't you be too?
Motown, don't it hurt to know your best days are behind you?
But that midnight oil still burns
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
I'm missing what the days have been stealing
Staring up at the ceiling
Waging war on a feeling
Share an evening treat on a roadside near
I go to watch things disappear
And we find time to wonder why things won't feel right
Without escape the hostage waits
With drawn out wars on several fronts
You might find one worth winning
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
I'm missing what the days have been stealing
Staring up at the ceiling
Waging war on a feeling
Waging war on a feeling
Waging war on a feeling
On a feeling