You can look at yourself sleep the clock around

I never will get songs that sing of innocence. When I was young all I wanted to be was older. Now, I'm not so sure. I lie down in bed, and dream my day away. Against the blaring trumpets, and notes held on for too long, is the memory of you. Some might say it was better to, than never to have. Sometimes even that leaves me unsure. Tired, of the monotony of doing and facing my mortality each time things crumble. We've grown apart. We're different. Things will never be like they seemed yesterday, all those years ago.

Its a crying shame to live in a world of ones. One life, one first time, one opportunity, one chance to make things work. Too used to messing up, we stop trying, some of us never even tried in the first place. Things end after all. Why bother, to try and make things right? Why bother to give it your all. Sometimes I wonder, maybe its just a force of habit. Maybe its a genetic thing. Maybe it was the way I grew up. I cannot imagine my life any other way, yet sometimes I wonder what it'd be like. Sometimes I try to change it. Mostly I sleep, I dream, and I wake up with the faint curiosity if today is the day where life starts picking up for me.