Funny how this old thing happens to have a habit
Of never dying off and never giving me an ounce of rest
Where is the pause in the sentence where interject
With an bit skeptical reason to no effect
It seems as hopeless as it feels
And it feels like shit.
It's funny how this old thing, it can still bring you to tears
As unapologetic as ever year after year
If seeing is believing I'm blind as bat
These ghost and demons laughing behind my back
It feels as hopeless as it seems
And it seem never ending
And when the ships have set sail without me
I'll call and cry and wonder why it has to be
That ever time a glimpse of hope starts to appear
It's buried posthaste in heartbreak and fear