Trying to throw your arms around the world
6 o'clock in the morning
you're the last to hear the warning
you been trying to throw your arms
around the world
I can't sleep
you ever had one of those nights
where nothing seems to trip you over the edge?
the brain, it thinks too much
I feel like an Eagles song tonight;
"I got seven women on my mind
four that want to own me
two that want to stone me
one, see, she's a friend of mine"
for so many years
I've taken the early morning hours as my own
this is when I can think most clearly,
oddly enough and now,
now i want to stop thinking.
Names and faces run through my mind like...
like, well, like fleeting ghosts
who linger long enough to chill you to the bone
then are gone...
Melanie, Catherine, Katie, Caroline, Ryan, Jenny, Molly, Brandy...
The ones who mattered.
Most of them didn't deserve me
and by that I mean they didn't deserve the life i gave them
Love is hard to understand when you're in it...
afterwards the clarity is blinding.
It's all too late, I know, but I'm sorry
(that and $2.50 will get you a cup of coffee)
and you try, you really do,
you lay awake at night
and swear to any god who will listen
that next time you'll do it right.
bah. I don't know what I'm trying to say.
maybe i'm not trying to say anything
just to give words to my memories
in the hopes that tonight, just once
they will sleep with me,
warm and snuggly and sighing
Like the lovers they once were.
you're the last to hear the warning
you been trying to throw your arms
around the world
I can't sleep
you ever had one of those nights
where nothing seems to trip you over the edge?
the brain, it thinks too much
I feel like an Eagles song tonight;
"I got seven women on my mind
four that want to own me
two that want to stone me
one, see, she's a friend of mine"
for so many years
I've taken the early morning hours as my own
this is when I can think most clearly,
oddly enough and now,
now i want to stop thinking.
Names and faces run through my mind like...
like, well, like fleeting ghosts
who linger long enough to chill you to the bone
then are gone...
Melanie, Catherine, Katie, Caroline, Ryan, Jenny, Molly, Brandy...
The ones who mattered.
Most of them didn't deserve me
and by that I mean they didn't deserve the life i gave them
Love is hard to understand when you're in it...
afterwards the clarity is blinding.
It's all too late, I know, but I'm sorry
(that and $2.50 will get you a cup of coffee)
and you try, you really do,
you lay awake at night
and swear to any god who will listen
that next time you'll do it right.
bah. I don't know what I'm trying to say.
maybe i'm not trying to say anything
just to give words to my memories
in the hopes that tonight, just once
they will sleep with me,
warm and snuggly and sighing
Like the lovers they once were.