Part II (Motel Art) - Killing The Dream

This isn’t what i hoped i’d have to say

It’s nothing that you want to hear

To say that nothing’s changed would be understating understatement

Things change, times change-

I remain the same, but (only) distantly familiar

Is this the way it is, or just the way i’ve let it be?

I lie, i cheat, i steal, i kill

If i could sleep, i dream of having reasons to wake up

They lie, they cheat, they steal, they kill

And every night they fall asleep content

It’s not depression for depression’s sake

Or desperation for a song

This is every day, this is all i know

So sick of days dreading the nights

So tired of fighting to keep off the lights

So sick of searching for what’s going to make it right

And now you’re sick of the same song?

I’m sick of writing it

Falling apart when nothing’s wrong

I wish i could could write a line, a sentence, or a word

That could pretend for long enough to give you what you want

I wish i could write a line, a sentence, or a word

That could pretend for long enough to tell me what i want

But there’s no resolution here

I’ve learned better than to wish

There’s no resolution here

There is only this