By now I'm usually half-asleep for some elusive Anxiety that I will blindly act out for nobody but me. I always meant to be the good one, when I left I kept on. Now the time has passed by, By closing eyes waiting to be half asleep, Oh I can't find the love in me when this heat just drags on and on. I never meant to use you then oh When I said I missed you, I meant you passed right by me, and you're already gone. A phone call would not do, A lone hallway of empty rooms, that's I am these days. No sunlight of a afternoon could illuminate me, I'm a shard of cold love these days And now I'm oldest of anyone my age. I'm working through this phase, I'll punch in if it's my cue. My hands are screaming, my lungs are out of true. I'm out of waiting rooms, I could not do this again not even if you paid me to. My hands are helpless, my words are up to you, and I' M OUT OF INTERVIEWS IN EVERY CONVERSATION - JUST SAY THE WORK WEEK SEES ME THROUGH