There he goes in the midst of the night,
creeping quietly, silently out of sight.
He disappears without a trace,
he's just a stranger without a face.
Running away from tears and pain,
running towards something to gain.
There he goes, swift as flight,
creeping quietly into the night.

I said some words I wish I could take back,
But time moves forward not towards the past.
I wish I had a filter, or maybe be mute
Then maybe, just maybe we'd still be good.
If I were you, I'd hate me too
So I understand all the things that you do.
I'll ask for forgiveness, hoping for the best
but don't you fret, I'm prepared for the worst.
I'll say my sorries and I'll do my part,
I just pray that you find some reasoning,
to forgive me from the bottom of your heart.

Your scent lingers
through the night
never leaving me.
It ripples across the bed sheets
only as a memory.
It tiptoes across the shaggy carpet,
scurrying through the house.
It's the shadows on the walls,
that creep in my sight.
Your scent is an entity.
There, but not there too.
It's mixed in with my sweet perfume.
Your scent, it dances,
across the wooden floors,
leaving a hand print
on each and every door.
Even when you're gone,
you're never far away,
because your scent it lingers,
in each and every way.

I'll never forget that day.
It's stuck in my mind,
like a record put on replay.
There's nothing you can do.
It's intertwined into your brain,
infused just like glue.
It started out normal.
Then, boom!
I was swept off my feet,
except without a broom.
And I understand,
that things happen.
Things out of your hands
and I try to take control
then all of a sudden,
my heart turns to cold,
but I'm not dead.
Blood flows through my body,
except in my head.
The record stuck on replay takes over.
I don't remember,
the last time I was sober.
The memory persists,
and I wish it didn't exist.
But, I'll always be reminded of the day.
Because the record is stuck,
and it's playing on replay.

Mistake after mistake,
just can't seem to get a break.
Bringing stress to the family,
oh look, another tragedy...
no surprise.

So I'll smile after smile,
and it hurts after a while.
Shot right on target,
no chance to dodge it...
bulls-eye.

No worries, no way
because tomorrow will be a new day.
For mistake after mistake,
then a thought ponders through my head.
As I lay my body to rest,
How much can a person endure,
mistake after mistake?

I'm torn apart
and I don't want to try
just to break my heart,
cause I'm stranded out on sea
full of tears that you started.
It gets harder and harder to breathe,
it feels like I'm drowning.
I just have to catch my breath.

I'm broken down,
and I don't want to try
if I'm bound to drown.
I'm standing all alone
the wind knocking me over,
I try to stand my ground,
but you keep knocking me down.
I just have to watch my step.

My body is there, my mind is elsewhere.
My ears are hearing, but I am not listening.
My eyes are open, but I am sleeping.
My nose is sniffling, but I am not crying.
And as you speak, yell, or babble
all I experience is a never ending song,
with a droning syncopated tune.