Don't try to wake me up. Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow. Don't believe anything you say. Anymore in the morn in the morning. Bricks to this old house are breaking. Steel would have weathered but now forlorning. It's alarming how loud the silence screams. No warn no warn no warning. Addictions fill the table where the family used to sit. And conversate. Conversate to the sounds. To the sounds of a record player. With it's jumping needle and the lights that grow dim over time. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. Are you where you thought you'd be. So beautiful and only twenty-three. Opposition rests in the hearts. With no with no with no opportunity. It's not that we don't talk. It's just no one really listens and honesty fades. Like a politician lost in the course. All smiles and no one remembers our names. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. Don't try to wake me up. Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow. Don't believe anything I say. Anymore in the morn in the morning. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive. With downcast eyes. There's more to living than being alive