As the minutes turn to hours, the hours turn to days I'm struggling to find why I can't be okay.
Everything's alright and I mean, I guess I'm safe.
But that doesn't want to make me forget your taste.
And I guess it's true that every living creature on this earth dies alone.
So why am I left sitting here wrung up with all of this hope?
But I guess for now I'm still living, and I shouldn't be consumed by the thought of death.
So why can't my mind just switch gears and give it all a rest?
I guess maybe I've been conditioned to need another's touch.
But it's not time for me, or so it seems, so I'm left feeling pretty rough.
Well, I guess time will tell what's in the cards for my happily never after.
And maybe I can learn to stop being so pessimistic so I can make room for a little laughter.