I keep sleeping through my days and wasting my time,
Cause I know what I’m looking for isn’t in this town tonight,
And maybe they never are and maybe they never will be,
Either way I’m still in this bar and all the drinks are on me.
And my bones ache and my feet are tired,
Wish I could take some time to rest my weary eyes.
And to finally get some sleep in my own bed
To take my boots off and lay down my head.
And maybe then it will all seem clear, that I need to choose.
A reason to wake in the morning and a reason to see it through.
And after that it might all seem clear, everything I ever knew.
Everything I was ever taught was so easy to forget and to undo.
I take so many steps back to look at my life,
That I’m getting further away from all that I need to find.
And I realise how far I am from who I wanted to be,
And despite all my falls and glories you’ll still never notice me.
But I carry on living this life of make believe,
Finding slippers made of glass and your name carved in tress.
But they were lies and I knew it and I did all along,
But it was so much easier living a life where I was wrong.