Hoping and praying
For a dream that could carry you to me
Listless, sleepless
Seven nights I'd endure if you could see
Why
It's always
It's always something
It's every anxious word you write
It's always something
Watching you stir, bathed in white light
Wasted, debated
Writing prose that was meant for you to read
Sober, need closure
Careful words, something pure that might just be
Some sign
It's always
It's always something
It's every anxious word you write
It's always something
Watching you stir, bathed in light
Watching you stir bathed in white light
Bathed in light
It's always something
It's every anxious word you write
It's always something
Watching you stir, bathed in light
What's one more fight?
