I like my mornings filled with banalities
Cause my evenings weigh so much
And I kinda owe it to myself
To do all the things I said I'd do
And endings are bitter sweet
But starting is difficult, too
So I'm mostly stuck somewhere in between
Between days, between hopes, between lies
Between dreams, between truths, between nights,
Between ifs, between looks, between whys,
And I wonder.
I wonder if I could really do what I want
Wonder if I could stop any moment in time
I wonder what I'll lose or I'll gain
I wonder: Is it always the same?
So I like my mornings filled with banalities
Cause my evenings weigh so much
And I know it's mostly in my head
But someday I'll get out of it.
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