We turn to these things because that's what we think we have The phone calls at 7 began to stop Don't throw away our love they said Don't throw it away Today It's different You find yourself here and not there Do you wanna be there? He's scared Make a choice Are they changed? Nope Still the same Just distant It seems that over there is too far a walk Why does my mind always lead back to you in my thoughts? Empty life, is this what this is You say you're over it It's in the past Whatever, whatever And you're there Having a blast Here in my solitude I hear the drums The death march or peace time song I'm over it It's done Right back in the past Tomorrow a new day but same old silly schedule I copied her poem in a hurry, disheveled But still it's my life, one like no other And these moments they spill onto the canvas each drop after another The paint can never runs dry the pigments dark now But wait till tomorrow Maybe these will be brighter. Brighter than today's I hope But as we speak hoping's not enough Waiting can't wait jump out get in stop dealing with this sin you say it's over Oh, it's done.