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This is...a lot of it. 23 September 2007

it's just another night in the life of someone
who has no place in the dance,
someone who's lost their guiding light
in just another cold evening alone,
pretending I've got something
to hold onto here in the dark,
that i've got a sky to call my stars down from

taking snapshots of the sunrise and sunset
thinking about the little time i've got left
the little time i've got in the fields
before everyone else
stands around me pretending to cry
and i find the imperfect afterlife
can't forever pain when she's there for you
every day and night

why be afraid of tomorrow when there are knives
being driven into your heart every moment of every second
and deep down inside, you break and run
to all the songs you're going to forget about when you're dead and done
with this stupid life that you don't have the heart to bring to an end
and you've got too much hope remaining to defend

she's got me where she doesn't want me
and that's alright, because i wrote a song for her
just not tonight, too broken to hold a note
i'll wait until there's no-one to hear it but -

too tired to sleep right now, too anxious to pray
i'm not sure i'm ready for the break of the new day
but it seems it's going to come along anyways.