Here's another sunday morning call. You hear yer head-a-banging on the door. Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl into a day that couldn't give you more. But what for?
And in your head do you feel what you're not supposed to feel, and you take what you want but you don't get it for free. You need more time because your thoughts and words won't last forever more and I'm not sure if it'll ever work out right... But it's ok, it's all right.
When you're lonely and you start to hear the little voices in your head at night you will only sniff away the tears so you can dance until the morning light. At what price?