it's a cold, and it's a broken hallelujah.

that is a terrible, terrible song to lazily rub sleep out of your eyes to.
C Am C Am F G C G....it's just a song, really. it goes on.

and i've grown older, and perhaps i've grown colder. the sun rose on today so very long ago, it almost feels like i've lived a hundred lives in each moment, but it's only afternoon, yet. only afternoon - why did we always have this fascination with the night?
dream is destiny. believe. do you day-dream, anymore?

drift towards the door - unconsciously counting the number of ways you can remove yourself from yourself, and be the person in your dreams, finally. i dream that i can fly. some nights i hover outside your window and watch you sleep.
oh sinner man, where you going to run to?

but i don't day-dream anymore. i forgot how to stare, meaningfully stare into space. i fear that now i merely see.

and anytime tomorrow i will lie and say i'm fine,
i'll say yes when i mean no,
and anytime tomorrow the sun will cease to shine.

there's a cookie for someone who can name that song.