Sunday, May 1st, 2005
8pm
Sunday
Melancholy
Another Sunday
Has wrapped itself around me
Another reason
In this season
To wonder who I could be
Self-doubt
Drives out
Any sense of accomplishment
Wonder why
It seems that I
Say things I never meant
Old friends
Creep in
To thoughts of what was
Good times
Fast lines
Search for the next great buzz
So I wake up
Coffee cup
Day after 40-hour day
Don't know
Can't show
Never supposed to end up this way
Think about
The single route
That I chose as my life
I've got it all
But no friends to call
To save me from this strife
I've got it all
But the tears will fall
And life will just go on