Cracking open my eyes with daybreak warnings I only have the best of intentions in the mornings Trying so hard to keep my calm Why do you always start wars at dawn?
The ceiling is falling all around me You shoot bullets with such ease In horror I search your face But the one I love leaves not a trace
Now I'm alone on my island of sheets You always leave after you have me beat And here I am left questioning The best intentions The best intentions
my thoughts on starting the new day afresh only to be met with grenades