I hope someday that we can sit and talk above the surface,
For now I'm drowning in a sea of you.
The irony of alcohol and this conversation piece
Is exactly what we need to keep us from the truth.
So let me sit here all alone and contemplate the meaning
Of a situation made up in your mind.
You're so damn miserable and careless with your darkest thoughts.
You act as if your clock is fooling time.
Say hello to routine life and goodbye to the vacation;
I haven't thought about you in two days.
The more I see the in-between, the more I want to leave,
But it keeps on closing in to the tune of selfish ways.
So let me sit here all alone and contemplate the meaning
Of a situation made up in your mind.
You're so damn miserable and careless with your darkest thoughts.
You act as if your clock is fooling time.
In your ash-tray is the answer to
All the questions that you had to prove.
We are not gonna keep moving forward in our sleep.
Can you save us? Would you dare?
In a place where you refuse to care?
