It's like craving the warm ocean and wading into the icy Atlantic
A stop and go light that never turns green
We all knew you were sick and tired of my dramatic antics
But I never thought you'd really get tired of me
Every now and then I sit down and pretend
That everything is as it had been
That all my current thoughts
Are just dreams of a past that never was
And when I lie down to sleep the room expands and shrinks around me
Closing my eyes doesn't make it go away
I'm too big, I'm too small, for the life that lies before me
Infinity lies within us all, but that doesn't mean we don't pray
If there's a God, he won't listen to someone like me
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
It's like craving the warm ocean and wading into the icy Atlantic
A stop and go light that never turns green
We all knew you were sick and tired of my dramatic antics
But I never thought you'd really get tired of me
Every now and then I sit down and pretend
That everything is as it had been
That all my current thoughts
Are just dreams of a past that never was
And when I lie down to sleep the room expands and shrinks around me
Closing my eyes doesn't make it go away
I'm too big, I'm too small, for the life that lies before me
Infinity lies within us all, but that doesn't mean we don't pray
If there's a God, he won't listen to someone like me
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