In The Dark

There's a far and distant car
Wailing in the dark
That wakes me with a slap before the sun
My head hurts too much
But that excuse is not enough

There's a blinking on the screen
A tapping in your dream
That wakes you on the couch in your jeans
And your head hurts so bad
But that excuse just makes you mad

There is whiskey in your glass
You drink, it makes you sad
It dulls your mind to what you shouldn't say
And just like your brain
It looks like fog today

Behind your morning cigarette
Are words that cut like glass
That fill the smoke you breathe into the air
The poison from your words
It soaks into the clouds above
And when it rains
It sinks into the mud

There's a storm that slowly builds
In the clouds that you once filled
With all that smoke behind your smile
And to you I point the blame
But it's me who does the same

Behind my morning cigarette
Are words that cut like glass
That fill the smoke I breathe into the air
The poison from my words
It soaks into the clouds above
And when it rains
They sink into the mud