how long do i have left with my dog till i start forgetting shit?
how long, how long till we're rich and then we're not, and then we're rich?
how much longer till i'm taller?
how much longer till it's midnight?
how much longer till the morning, are my legs gonna last?
The music faded
long before we ever stopped dancing
Just two ghosts swaying slowly
in an empty ballroom
terrified of what the silence
might finally force us to say
used to hurt at first,
maybe i've just been conditioned
all the while you win, i pity your position
call me crazy but for you i empathize
with each and every blow i sigh
it's getting harder to pretend like i'm okay
when there's a constant reminder being drilled into my brain
i still believe in happiness and i want to find a way
but lately my whole world is being swallowed by the grey
if you really wanted, i could let you inside
it's been so long and i've got nothing left to hide
would you believe me if i told you that i've got flaws?