This Time

Oh, some years, some months, and some days
Are hard to take
Yeah, some laughs, some smiles, and some games
Are hard to fake

Agitation, need for information
Obsessions, heightened senses
Loss of sleep, decreased appetite

You could keep trying
But what's the meaning?
What's the truth?
And in a moment of nothing
There's nothing for you to do

Things keep coming back to the one
I haven't been here in oh so many nights

In looking to the future you always forget the start
The middle kind of takes you apart
There's nothing left of you to stay

Oh, some years, some months, and some days
Are hard to take
Now we find when it's time that
Some promises are hard to make

To create something out of passion for your craft
Is wholly a personal experience
And nobody has the right to tell you
What to do with your product

Difficulty concentrating
Morbid thoughts or actions
No interest in activities that you once enjoyed

Just to make it easier never take it to heart
So you could try to pin on me anything that you want

I could become invisible
You could cover the scars
And even if we took it that far
It wouldn't make it go away

And it's trial, and it's error, but that's life
So all of this time was not a waste
To swear that I wouldn't die most every night
You know some habits are so hard to break

(No, don't change your mind
Oh, change your mind)