Steeped in early morning light
Having coffee, ice-diluted
Promising the sun again
Breakfast tomorrow
Walking home alone again
Holding hands with silver moonlight
Promising the milky way
I'll see her tomorrow
I stare back at myself in the eyes wondering why
Do I make so many promises to the world
Crossing my fingers I don't know if I'll still be
Here
Every day is like the last
Yesterday feels like tomorrow
Slipping back into decay
Quiet and falling
Don't say "I love you" enough
The words get caught before I taste them
Promising the sky in my
Head that I'll tell them
I stare back at myself in the eyes wondering why
Do I make so many promises to the world
Crossing my fingers i don't know if I'll still be
Here
Someday I'll be a cirrus cloud
Someday I'll be out of the fog