Don't try to wake me up

Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Don't believe anything you say anymore

In the mourn, in the morning

Bricks to this old house are breaking

Steel would have weathered, but now forlorning

It's alarming how loud the silence screams

No warn, no warn, no warning

Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit

And conversate to the sounds, to the sounds of the record player

With its jumping needle and the lights that grew dim over time, with downcast eyes

There's more to lving than being alive

Are you where you thought you would be?

So beautiful and only 23

Opposition rests in the hearts with no oppurtunity

It's not that we don't talk

It's just no one really listens and honesty fades

Like a politician who lost in the course

All smiles but no one remembers our names

With downcast eyes, there's more to living that being alive

Don't try to wake me up even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Don't believe anything I say anymore

In the mourn, in the morning

With downcast eyes

There is more to living than being alive