Maybe these days could mean so much more
With eyes wide open and feet on the floor
This room would not seem so blue
Painted with blank stares at pictures that have lost their cause
And the blinds are always closed
Too block out the cold stares
The phone is oh so still
And waiting to break the silence in the air
And Im huddled over papers
Creating a world
To escape the feelings that I once loved
With words on every building
These landmarks will reveal
All of the tiny people
That have ruined me
Over the years
Ive had so many chances to get this right
But Id just pass by you directing my sight
At the tiles on the floor at your reflection
Because its so hard to grow up when youre all alone
Sitting in my room this loneliness has overtaken me
All I have is this pen, so I am
Huddled over papers
Creating a world
To escape the feelings that I once loved
With words on every building
These landmarks will reveal
All of the tiny people