Untitled, Anonymous - Everyday Sunday

Here I am again by myself in this room

And I stare at the ceiling like the others

The door closed, the light out, the window open

The blinds shudder from the cold

Empty walls are all staring at me

While the faces in their frames look away

The rain kisses the screen and then shatters and falls

And there’s something familiar about that

I can’t get away from myself

And I’m wondering where you are now

Seems like everyone else has the someone they need

And there’s an odd number of people like me

But this can’t be because I believe

In something better than love

Here I am again by myself in this room

There’s no other place I can surface

My insides want out with the outsides want in

And the mirror is my window to the world

Pictures of dreams are the words

That I finally found tonight

If I could show them to you

Would you recognized the scene?

I know that i may be lonely

But am I ever alone?

Seems like everyone else has the someone they need

And there’s an odd number of people like me

But this can’t be because I believe

In something better than love

Every part of me feels it tonight

Alone to the tips of my fingers

But it all goes away when the sun comes up

So you’ll never see this…