Two a.m
Another conversation with myself
I'm carving figure eights in the living room rug
Three a.m
I've traveled worlds
My mind is soaring in the clouds above
I daydream
In the middle of the night
When I'm not afraid of the fight
I daydream
When I know what to do is right
In the middle of the night
I daydream
Five a.m
Face the real world
Where I always mess things up
Cannot read a room
Too doom and gloom
Don't know when enough is enough
I daydream
In the middle of the night
When I'm not afraid of the fight
I daydream
When I know what to do is right
In the middle of the night
I daydream
A violent pen
Wrote a gentle hand
But I am the author now
Will not tell that story again
Buried the pages six feet down
Down
Down
Down
Down
I dream
Of brighter days and better ways
To love myself
I dream
Of warmer nights and kinder fights
With someone else
I daydream
In the middle of the night
When I'm not afraid of the fight
I daydream