Happiness is a warm smoking gun

I slowly turn around to face her, to face what I have done

I can barely hold open my eyes all I think about is sleeping,

until I start to realize, she just wants to feel wanted

all I want to feel is something inside my dim lit room,

I wake up in a panic this reoccurring dream I'm having

I haven't felt like myself in quite sometime

It was yours but I thought it was mine



Standing on the street side

Leave me I'm the last one

Left with all the things that I've done



For the longest time, for the longest time

Now I'm tearing up these pages

These paragraphs with single spaces

Documents of failure, existence of our love

I can barely hold open my eyes

but I'll talk her down from loneliness

It's what I owe her right

Another seems to say, look what she's done to me

I'm not to proud of the person that you've let me become

I just wanted to feel wanted, and I think that she's forgotten

So let's just see what happens now



We're making the most of the things that we have

This isn't the way that I want it to be