If all good things must end,
I’m afraid I’ll be stuck here forever.
If it’s not implied, I’m not having a good time,
But supposedly the end is better.

You called last night, just checking in.
Funny you should say, I’ve been thinking of checking myself in for days.
Could be a delusion, but if we both go now we could share a seclusion room.

Reset all the voices, inside our heads.
Maybe finally dream, when we go to bed.
Because I haven’t slept in what feels like a lifetime,
But I feel like I’ve been sleeping through my whole life.

The half life of my life is coming due,
But my dreams are still the same.
The potential just as potent,
But the time left decays.

Is that all I have to look forward to?
Memories of wasted days?
Or is it finally time for them to come true,
And salvage what remains?

But after the dust settles there’s rain.
Once you break free from your cage,
You find you still feel contained.
It’s always better, when you dream of better days,
But when those days finally come
are the feelings still the same?

Your second wind,
Only gets you so far.
The candle still burns at both ends.
So you’re starting over,
But you’re still dealt the same cards.
How many times can I start again?