Greyscale

I woke up around two o clock
And out came the words that i'd like to outgrow
Well, this day's almost done
Guess i'll try again tomorrow

I'll make myself some coffee
And maybe try & write a song
To sing to myself about how it feels
Like everything just feels wrong

And it's not getting better
Guess it's not really gotten worse
Instead of making myself ruminate on my defeats
I should start to rehearse

My thank you's and my
Today is going fine for the same
Cashiers at the cafes and the liquor stores
I hope they never remember my name

I'll sit and watch the sky turn
From its neglected cigarette smoke grey
To black to match these tired shoes
In which I'll one day walk away

Maybe it'll be tomorrow
Maybe i'll give it one more year
Maybe I just haven't found enough places to hide
The same incorrigible fears

Maybe one day these cold fingertips
Will surrender their grip
From my shoulders and I'll be
More than a few thousand pieces on the ground

And I'll sing rejoice
The war is over

But for now tomorrow is just one more day
To hide behind locked doors & under your sheets
Try your best to muster up the strength
To wander through these city streets