Last - Gratitude

Here we go again, beat and stuck up and spent and

Saving for rent on our blood red homes

Cos a dream with no color

Well why even bother

And we know that it won’t last, but we force it and force it, and the

Time just proves too much

And we’re wearing down, wearing down again

Should have been fall, with the memories of summer

The burn of the sun and the cold, oh, fall

You’re a comfortable lover but I just can’t take all the decay

It’s okay if you don’t show, but I want you do know you’re invited

It’s okay to feel the cold, but I want you to know that I’m inside