Starting Point
I was wide awake again last night
I'm losing comprehension of what's weighing on my mind
All these pictures I've painted fade as they're exposed to light
I'm awake every midnight thinking of how to explain why
As I shut off my bedroom light, lay down, and look into the night sky
I think back on my life and ponder how quickly it went by
My second chances became regrets; the memories still burn in my head
I hope I can sleep before I'm dead
At least the lights from the stars and the city below can be my fireworks show
When I need to see some color before I sleep
God, I hope I can see the morning
I was looking back at what was once a home
The front yard and the garden were overgrown by weeds
The foundation was rotten out by mold and the souls who lived inside it
Looking back now, it's funny how this place always used to make me feel so safe
As I shut off my bedroom light, lay down, and look into the night sky
I think back on my life and ponder how quickly it went by
My second chances became regrets; the memories still burn in my head
I hope I can sleep before I'm dead
At least the lights from the stars and the city below can be my fireworks show
When I need to see some color before I sleep
God, I hope I can see the morning
I told myself I found strength in a house that was bound to fall
I thought I found safety in the people around me. I guess I was wrong
I'm losing comprehension of what's weighing on my mind
All these pictures I've painted fade as they're exposed to light
I'm awake every midnight thinking of how to explain why
As I shut off my bedroom light, lay down, and look into the night sky
I think back on my life and ponder how quickly it went by
My second chances became regrets; the memories still burn in my head
I hope I can sleep before I'm dead
At least the lights from the stars and the city below can be my fireworks show
When I need to see some color before I sleep
God, I hope I can see the morning
I was looking back at what was once a home
The front yard and the garden were overgrown by weeds
The foundation was rotten out by mold and the souls who lived inside it
Looking back now, it's funny how this place always used to make me feel so safe
As I shut off my bedroom light, lay down, and look into the night sky
I think back on my life and ponder how quickly it went by
My second chances became regrets; the memories still burn in my head
I hope I can sleep before I'm dead
At least the lights from the stars and the city below can be my fireworks show
When I need to see some color before I sleep
God, I hope I can see the morning
I told myself I found strength in a house that was bound to fall
I thought I found safety in the people around me. I guess I was wrong
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Writer(s): Figures In Fiction
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