It's a Lot Darker Under the Sun

Take me back to the days when everything was cold and gray And not like diary handwriting, no just when sunshine meant something Take me, come on and take me I'm waiting in the wings for a chance Bracing, instead of changing A junkie for some deliverance Pushing and pulling and stretching and burning into a man under your bright lights Scraping by, coyotes at night, memories of bonfires and bluebird skies Carving my name into the sandy shore before the trucks clear it away “You’re a fake. You’re a hack. You’re a phony” You’re mourning in the mirror again God I'm questioning beliefs instilled in me, it's a shaky foundation for truth Got a couple friends, almost lost them in the end to all the things I should have never said Pushing and pulling and stretching and burning into a man under your bright lights Scraping by, a coyote at night, memories of bonfires and bluebird skies Carving my name into the sandy shore before the trucks clear it away “You’re a fake. You’re a hack. You’re a phony” You’re mourning in the mirror again