Dusk

Well, I'm so tired of losing. I'm so sick of the blues And I'm all worn out from using the same outdated excuse Oh no, for the second time I'm tired. And the third time I'm fine, yeah, it's true The bags Under my eyes aren't from crying. But hell, what's the difference to you I understand your mercy when you look up at the sky. But when I look inside my heart, I just, I have to wonder why you felt the need to put this thunder and this lightning in my head It's almost like you're pushing for a self-inflicted death. Is this another turning point do I owe life a debt Or maybe I'm just paying penance for the times you were upset. I'll recompense my innocence, but in a sense I'm second best You couldn't hear my heart till it was ripped straight out my chest. So I'll fade to dust So I can savour the dusk. And I'll, shade my trust. So I can savour the dusk You're not getting the message. This is kind of me confessing. So I'll keep it expressive. But please don't second guess it I'm trying to explain this, but. I don't know how to phrase this. But still keeping it poetic. I know you're empathetic So let me list the reasons for the writing of this song. The lyrics you won't listen to cause you can't sing along. Yeah, I'm talking to the listener who don't know right from wrong The person who just wants to love you don't have to be so strong. But I resent the way that you won't listen. And I resent the fact that you chose to kiss him I resent a lot of things and I wouldn't miss em, Like the way that life just took my heart and broke all of its pistons It's a mission just to wake up, to stand up from these sheets still. Your words don't hurt me, but the way you look at me still The way you treated me was just the fucking prequel. Now I know why we name our storms after people. Oh, Lord. Oh, my Lord. Yeah, my Lord I understand your mercy when you look up at the sky. But when I look inside my heart, I just, I have to wonder why You felt the need to put this thunder and this lightning in my head It's almost like you're pushing for a self-inflicted death. Is this another turning point do I owe life a debt? Or maybe I'm just paying penance for the times you were upset I'll recompense my innocence, but in a sense I'm second best. You couldn't hear my heart till it was ripped straight out my chest I'll fade to dust so I can savour the dusk. And I'll shade my trust so I can savour the dusk