Another Night
life is unjust, too little, too much.
a kick and a punch, hard not to touch.
my vision's bent, upside down, and turned over
i've watched the world spin while i was left sober
people think they're kind, with wide eyes, so clever
so easily we can begin to watch connections tether
clanking of glasses, a warm touch to the shoulder
i've watched the smiles stream across my border
eyes rock back and forth underneath lids
i go to a place where we were all once kids
i was so small, the world was so big
never had deep thoughts of what couldn't and what is
life is a drink, i float then i sink
get to my brink, just stay calm and don't think
the world's too saturated, i try and look up to the stars
my life spins. it's all just lights and fast cars.
yes i've been hurt, scream when things never work
i hate the people that flirt, just shove you in the dirt
got to my end and watched hope turn to shreds
felt love die while only pessimism spreads
eyes rock back and forth underneath lids
i go to a place where we were all once kids
i was so small, the world was so big
never had deep thoughts of what couldn't and what is
life is on stilts, while your mind just tilts
be controlled by the guilts, or else he just jilts
he was so smart, only cared about his gain
my heart spins. we will never be the same
i believed him, that was my first mistake
nothing i gave that he wouldn't carelessly take
another night by myself, knowing how it all ends
while the 'truth' he built is all he defends
i hate being right, i wish i was wrong
i lock my door and put it in a song
i was so stupid, i cared too much
selfish and deceitful, a kick and a punch.
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