The Morning Room

Everything goes bad and my fragile body can hardly keep up
I'm weak, I've had enough, and I'm tired of this lonely view
And I'm forever choked up, suffocated, I'm drowning
And with cold words, the absence of sincerity is what makes it worse

Well, you used to be around but now you feel like a past life
You were always around and always close enough, but not close enough
You used to be around but now you feel like a past life
You were always around and always close enough, but not close enough

Any form of affection
Any reason beyond doubt to make it worth waiting for this to even out
And an empty acceptance in the morning room, in the harsh light
With a bleaker view, and nowhere to stand

Well, you used to be around but now you feel like a past life
The empty acceptance of where we'll turn to now
Well, you used to be around and you were always close enough but not close enough
Now the closest we'll ever be is where we're standing now

Well, you used to be around but now you feel like a past life
You were always around and always close enough, but not close enough
You used to be around but now you feel like a past life
You were always around and always close enough, but not close enough