Everything we've ever done was not a waste of time
But somewhere in the mess of it we lost the finish line
I want a chance to find again the end of what's begun
Without the possibility or threat of turning numb
If you could only see the way I see you in my sleep
You'd surely come to realize you weren't mine to keep
I've opened up enough to know I have no business here
Unwelcome since I first arrived, I should've disappeared
The day is new yet we are old and aging far too soon
I lack the things I need to have, it's barely even noon