Guitars strum to heartbeats
In time to each tick tock
Dying down into a stray sleep
Will morning be graced by your presence?

There is a flower clawing at a monster
Scratches on the bathroom mirror
With those pessimistic, optimistic words
"Live each day like it's your last"

Light poured out of lock picked veins
Stealing life's treasures, robbing the bank
Look how you have trashed the place
Will morning be graced by your presence?

A half awake moon lazily kisses you to an early grave
Telling you goodnight, sweet dreams pessimist
And don't forget the words we never should say
"Live each day like it's your last for surely it is"