Me, Myself & Cry

See my reflection inside a black coffee mug
Regretting decisions I made when I was young
We're from the land of rolled up sleeves
Stiff upper lips and broken dreams Work to live and live too brief

I've been making clouds I'm watering all my plants with sparkling water
You said they would die in November
You were wrong
But lately, I'm self convincing that you hate me
All the lines that I chose in songs I'm making
Note the details of your blackouts

And often I say all the words I promised not to
like these lines intended solely for you
watching the clocks run out
I used to want to be in those dreams you have at night
But I know that I don't cross your mind
Well in mine you're a focal point

Well I don't want to be in those dreams you have at night
Well aware that I don't cross your mind
But in mine you're a focal point, and at this point

I find it overwhelms me mostly after dark
Like when I'm dripping through the hallway or leaving subtle marks
All I am was never real, picture frames, false ideals
Every smile I ever knew, they've been stolen from me



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Quinn
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