"not another sunrise. another divorce, stale taste in your mouth.
you walked away from waking up inside of that house,
depending on the call you've been waiting for;
it felt just a song you loved so long ago.
you can hear it now. they'll only miss you if you leave.
so you try and stay away. you just might be the love in their eyes,
when it's attracted all the times you've sat there trying not to say
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
telephones and postcards with misshaped hearts beside the mirrors.
i've lived this letter for the hundredth time today.
i rearranged, analyzed the words,
tried to find something between the lines that wasn't there.
at least now i can see through these worn-out eyes on torn-up pages,
don't know how i'll fall asleep tonight, tonight, toni-ight, tonight.
outside the window, awful weather.
the storm will slowly close in on me
when it's time to leave. (x4)
worn-out eyes on torn-up pages,
don't know how i'll fall asleep tonight, tonight, toni-ight, tonight.
outside the window, awful weather.
the storm will slowly close in on me
when it's time to leave. (x4)"
