Great Day for a Pain in the Face

I know you don't exist solely so
I can pick your brain and sink my teeth
I'm worn out by years of being cynical
To the point of being an asshole who means well

Your face lit up
My mind made up
Until we found
Our way back home
Feel it in my
Bones and your touch
The night is over
That's enough

The rain on the pavement
Making arrangements
The streetlights made it
So warm in the dark
Inside nothing changed
And I counted the days
And I crawled the walls
Got so bent out of place

I'm so sorry for this
I've made this sinking ship
What a wonderful day
For a pain in the face
The rain on the pavement
Sad that I hate it
Rain is my favorite
Rain is my favorite

Hey that's enough
You talk too much
About giving up
Running out of luck
Your face enough
Although it's dark
You light right up
Guess that's enough

Faking sickness to make ends meet
Restless nights keep you asleep
Nothing good for those who wait
Bus is late again today
Going places, you're going places, you're
Misreading faces, you're misreading faces, you're
Making arrangements and have engagements, you
Can't erase this, you can't erase this

Faking sickness to make ends meet
Truths come out eventually
You know you feel so incomplete
Don't know how to live your life honestly and you

You know she doesn't exist solely so
You can pick her brain and sink your teeth
You're worn out by years of being
Torn in two, and again, and again, and again
I can fend for myself in the end