Wasted When the Morning Comes

Everything is twisted
It's all backwards
Dressed like shit in
Daylight
Feeling fine at
Nighttime
With painted eyes

The trying times are killing me
The happiness is make believe
Fabricated disbelief with
Overrated scenery

Solid statue, fascinated
Wasted when the morning comes
Come over to see it
By myself to mean it
But flowers are pretty cool but
Everything else makes me the fool
Break away the pieces
Of me to satisfy the people

Yes, I'm still tired
No, I'm not lying
Burn me a pyre
In honor of dying
Lessons, they are learned
And people, they pass
Life, it happens first
Hope I live at last

Yes, I'm still tired
No, I'm not lying
Burn me a pyre
In honor of dying
Lessons, they are learned
And people, they pass
Life, it happens first
Hope I live at last

Yes, I'm still tired
No, I'm not lying
Burn me a pyre
In honor of dying
Lessons, they are learned
And people, they pass
Life, it happens first
Hope I live at last

Who will I be seen through that lens
No longer able to pretend



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Walsh
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