It's like lying in the gutter, feeling so washed up

You'd think that you'd know better but it's hard enough

To recognize old cuts

And it's only getting harder to brush off the dust

Kept aiming left of center and now it's catching up

You're feeling too far gone

You're mourning a past time

You're mourning a past life

So you peel off all your layers and you turn all raw

You look at your reflection and you swear it's wrong

You're mourning a past time

You're mourning a past life

Good morning sunshine

Good morning sunrise