Stop blaming the weather for why you've become so cold.

No one truly knows how you feel except you,
but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
When life is beating you black and blue;
remember: there is beauty in even the worst of things.

Life is moving fast and I am so slow
and it feels like I'm running after a train that  everyone else is on, heading where they're supposed to be
but I can never catch up in time,
I can only ever watch the people I love move forward.
I think I've lost a few people that I used to know -
and it hurts like hell
knowing that you can feel so deeply about a person
and have it mean nothing at all.

And lately my head's been filling with dreams
dreams so big that they exhaust me
but I think I'm becoming a lot more like my mother than I planned to be
and it scares me to think of being locked up in this town forever.

Because lately I feel like I'm missing out,
like there's a whole world out there I don't know about
like there's a possibility that I could really be someone,
like I could go somewhere where things would change.

Lately I'm not sure what it means to be a good person
or what the right way is to behave to someone who ******* you over
But maybe lately I've been thinking too much...
I think lately, I've been scared of getting older.

Hello, 2 am.
I've been seeking you again...
searching for a friend
to help me release pain that seems to never end.

Hello, 3 am.
Where do I begin?
Stuck in the same place I've always been
Committing my usual nightly sins.

Hello, 4 am.
Have you been missing me?
I could use your company
to keep me from falling asleep.

Hello, 5 am.*
Thanks for raising your sunny face.
It's been a long night,
but I'm glad I've outrun this chase.

You were supposed to love me.
But instead,
you reminded me of sitting in a dentist's chair
or not being able to find a matching sock
or early mornings and crowded public transportation.

And I was supposed to hate you for that,
but instead -
you reminded me of a new cashmere sweater
and the lullaby my mother used to hum to me as a child
and the books that line my shelves.

And even when you made me go numb;
I could still feel you every time I got a paper cut,
and see you in sun that sets late on a summer evening ,
and hear you in the wail of my alarm at 6 am on a Monday morning,
smell you in the daisies that grew by the trail,
and taste you in the bitter flavour of my medication.

There were versions of you in everything I hated and everything I loved in life
and now that you won't even look my way,
all I want is to stop living.

When you're living in a war,
nothing scares you anymore.

Sleeping alone does a strange things to us,
and the dark distorts our view.
So don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night
because none of it is true.

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk.
I keep waving at the taxi's, they keep turning their lights off.
But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft...
Supplies are endless in the evening,
by the morning, they'll be gone.

When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend.
I grab a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polished in the evening,
by the morning, looks like ****.

And I know you have a heavy heart,
I can feel it when we kiss.
So many men stronger than me have thrown their back's out trying to lift it.
But me, I'm not a gamble.
You can count on me to split...
The love I sell you in the evening,
by the morning, won't exist.

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black.
You just keep going to the bathroom,
only say you'll be right back.
Well, it takes one to know one, kid...
I think you've got it bad.
But what is easy in the evening,
by the morning, is such a drag.

I've got a flask inside my pocket,
we can share it on the train.
And if you promise to stay conscious,
I will try to do the same.
Well, we might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
But what was normal in the evening,
by the morning seems insane.

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this.
The reasons have all run away, but the feeling never did.
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live.
'Cause what is simple in the moonlight,
by the morning, never is.

It was so simple in the moonlight, now it's so complicated.
It was so simple in the moonlight...
So simple in the moonlight....