So I try, I take the waves in waves.
Everyday, I call my "one more day".
I cut and paste, hang up these days, hide the walls with no white space.
I don't need space.
I don't.
So I remain.
The days; a sound that repeats.
And I keep my face veiled in the minor key.
I change the scenes, sing what I mean.
"The lines are no longer in between".
I don't need space.
I don't.
It's all in my head, but I just can't keep it there.
If I stay in bed, still, with a vacant stare, I'll see life go by, while outside, sun shines.
This won't be the last "one more time".
I'll see life go by, while outside, sun shines.
This won't be the last "one more time".
Cause the sun shines...on me.
