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4 AM
What does it feel like
to know you were wrong?
What does it feel like
to know my heart is gone?
You act like yesterday can be recalled,
but once forgotten, memories fade and fall.
Words were spoken
Lies and untruths-
I cannot see clearly
Or offer you proof.
The sky has grown hazy in the absence of the sun.
In my pictures there were two, now I am just one.
Chorus:
4 o’clock in the morning, the coffee is way too strong
but when bitterness is all you have
the night doesn’t seems so long.
So long
so long
so long
but I’m holding on.
Searching for answers,
questions never asked
Fumbling in the darkness,
driven to the past.
Searching for solace from the shadows that I find.
Restless and abdoned, looking for another time.
“Repent” says the sinner
as he dances with the fool.
“Strip away the sanity,
until you see the truth”.
What pennance can I offer, when nothing seems to change?
What lessons can I learn when I’m beaten by the rain?
(Chorus)
No one seems to notice
the hole I’m drowning in,
bruised and unconscious
before the fight begins.
Tasting my illusions as tears upon my lips-
enraptured by the undertow and broken by the kiss.
Indulging in a daydream
that never seems to last,
shaking when I consider
what never came to pass.
When the spotlight finally fades I have nowhere left to run,
Alone upon the darkened stage; the play is never done.
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