Hazy thoughts, skies paper thin
Tripping over my own feet again
This more recent life just seems so simple,
Sitting on the edge of your bed
My hairs a mess, I'm barely dressed
My excuse is that I'll do my best
These more recent days just seem so carefree,
Wanting you to share yourself with me
The days a fog, just like our heads
Going without coffee to the bitter end
These more recent nights just seem so lively
They always seem to lead me back here
Your dark circles, those tired eyes
Completely brainless, logic put aside
These more recent mornings seem so simple
Living off time that's our very own
No not a minute's been borrowed
Holding on to every second like life is more than breath
