i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you.
our time is borrowed, it’s spent too freely. every minute i have needs to be made up.. but how?
i’m looking for a nice way to say i’m out—i want out.
i fall asleep with my friends around me; the only place i know i feel safe—i’m gonna call this home.
the open door is still miles away; ain’t nothing serious, we still have our fun—oh we had it once.
the windows open and close—that’s jut how it goes..
don’t it feel like sunshine after all?
the world we loved forever gone
we’re only just as happy as everyone else seems to think we are.
i’m in love with the ordinary; i need a simple space to rest my head, and everything gets clear.
now i’m a little shamed for asking, but just a little helps—it gets me straight again; helps me get over it, over it.
it might seem like a dream but it’s real to me.
you should see the canals are freezing; you should see me high
you should just be here; be with me here.
it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.