This should be the last time
I´m tired of letting me down
Stop feeding my hopes and dreams
To drink and watch them die
Coffee spoon naps to change the way they are looking at me
No more grass growing in the pavement
Mondays always able
To try to build it up
Fridays unstable
Sundays back to black
Am I running out of time to try to fix it?
Am I running out of time?
Coffee spoon naps to change the way I see myself myself
No more leaves drying in the pavement
Missing the numbers and the color of the sky
Missing the boyhood joy
Mixing the colors and the numbers of the sky
Missing the boyhood joy