Dead end roads with no signs of warning
Too scared of myself to face the morning
Empty bed crashing through the floor
I guess my heart is heavier than it was before
The exposing day drags on so slowly
Brushing my skin with things that seem holy
But I can see the shadows that they cast
Reflections of hypocrisy from my past
The sun shuts down, and I can do no wrong
Nighttime arrives, and the moon tags along
Empty echoes of love through my telephone
Being grasped by hands but still feeling alone
I?m sick of telling old stories in bars
I?m sick of bumping my head on the stars
I watch the ashes dance from your cigarettes
And contemplate the meaning of ?no regrets?
Too scared of myself to face the morning
Empty bed crashing through the floor
I guess my heart is heavier than it was before
The exposing day drags on so slowly
Brushing my skin with things that seem holy
But I can see the shadows that they cast
Reflections of hypocrisy from my past
The sun shuts down, and I can do no wrong
Nighttime arrives, and the moon tags along
Empty echoes of love through my telephone
Being grasped by hands but still feeling alone
I?m sick of telling old stories in bars
I?m sick of bumping my head on the stars
I watch the ashes dance from your cigarettes
And contemplate the meaning of ?no regrets?