wake up,
and pray the day goes well
we've got secrets for sell, first come and first serve
i watch your lies make it so much worse
and i
am borrowing your time
just enough to get me by, your alibi
lacks every bit of sense,
"oh, conscience, how've you been?"
(please forgo the fake sentiment)

i may sound bitter and somewhat contrite
but the nights are just passing me (good)by(e).

my dreams,
are on a bus to somewhere,
where they can be fulfilled
while my fears contemplate the windowsill
no one will know until you tell
just give up and grow up
and wake up
and pray the
day goes well