Tomorrow

i'd be a fool if i believed that all the worries that i had
could actually happen to me
but right now the truth isn't hard to see
when i'm wide awake at 3am, staring at the ceiling
praying to god that i'll just forget it all in the morning
in the morning
but i can hear a playback of all the fears i've fabricated
and there's a heavy weight that's hanging over my head
and even if the roof starts caving in on me at night
i will hold on to the stars in the sky
when tomorrow comes it'll all be alright
and i've dodged the bullets in my sleep
fell over my head
breaking out in a fever of a hundred and three
but even then i still can feel the heat
and when it burns i just twist and turn, kicking off the bed sheets
i brush the ashes out of my hair like it never bothered me
the shot in the dark that lit the spark to all my bad dreams
all my bad dreams
but even when the roof starts caving in on me at night
i will hold on to the stars in the sky
when tomorrow comes it'll all be alright
and when the last final sand falls to the bottom of the hourglass in my hand
i'll drop the chains that kept me there
turn back the clocks and catch the hours that i missed
and wipe the tears out of my eyes and go back to bed
go back to bed
cause even if the roof starts caving in on me tonight
i will hold on to the stars in the sky
cause when tomorrow comes it'll all be alright