Face down in the gutter, I've been
Kicked to the curb again.
And though I swear this is the last time,
Chances are good you'll see me here tomorrow.

When will you understand that there's
Not much more I can take?
You let me fall apart, and slip away
Before you notice anything is wrong.

There's a point in the sky,
A place made just for me.
But I'll never get to enjoy it,
My Heaven I'll never see.

It's hard to believe it's almost over,
Though it's never been easy
To admit the truth
Even to myself.
And I find it a little bit funny,
Just enough to make me laugh.
What could I have been thinking
To ever think this could go on forever?

There's a point in the sky,
A place made just for me.
But I'll never get to enjoy it,
My Heaven I'll never see.

My bedroom door is cracked open,
The kitchen light is shining through.
I'm just waiting on a phone call
I'm not too sure I want.
And there's disembodied laughter
Coming from somewhere down the hall,
And it doesn't matter how hard I try,
It won't let me forget I sleep alone.

There's a point in the sky,
A star I'll never reach.
What's the point in trying,
If I never succeed?