Greyscale

I woke up around two o clock And out came the words that i'd like to outgrow Well, this day's almost done Guess i'll try again tomorrow I'll make myself some coffee And maybe try & write a song To sing to myself about how it feels Like everything just feels wrong And it's not getting better Guess it's not really gotten worse Instead of making myself ruminate on my defeats I should start to rehearse My thank you's and my Today is going fine for the same Cashiers at the cafes and the liquor stores I hope they never remember my name I'll sit and watch the sky turn From its neglected cigarette smoke grey To black to match these tired shoes In which I'll one day walk away Maybe it'll be tomorrow Maybe i'll give it one more year Maybe I just haven't found enough places to hide The same incorrigible fears Maybe one day these cold fingertips Will surrender their grip From my shoulders and I'll be More than a few thousand pieces on the ground And I'll sing rejoice The war is over But for now tomorrow is just one more day To hide behind locked doors & under your sheets Try your best to muster up the strength To wander through these city streets