Pinch Until Its Real

Don't the days last forever when your nights are spent with open eyes? When the sounds from your stereo are your only friend. And in the end while you lie in the warmth of an empty bed. Embracing pillows of thoughts saying all the things you never said. Like, “I love you, thats why” and “I'm sorry you forgot to try a little harder”. And left me dreaming of yesterdays of laughter of carefree of joy and times when dreams weren't just for sleep. Tears of joy traded for this weep. You can keep your eyes shut but you know you'll never sleep. And forcing lids shut tighter only makes you weep. There is a price to pay for everyone that dreams. Its called nightmare and you'll know it by your screams. There is a calm and quiet to every deadly storm. There is a knife for every back and a night for every morn. And at daybreak the dawn broke the night. So that every dream you never had could never turn out right. There is a calm and quiet to every deadly storm. There is a knife for every back and a night for every morn.