Chrysanthemum

When dawn starts to fade and
The subway is cold
Sleep forces your eye lids
And you fight for control

Some things break
Not my fault

Her face, veiled by a cloud
Of his exhaled smoke
One more shot of whiskey
One more debt to pay

Some things break
(I tried to stay awake long enough so I could hear the sound)
Not my fault
(Of how the dark fades every time the morning comes around)
Can’t explain
(I tried to stay awake long enough so I could hear the sound)
Things I say
(Of how your voice fades every time the morning comes around)

And it breaks
(You know some things I don’t)
Your night
(You know some things I don’t)
And it fades
(Don’t really bother me)
It fades
(Don’t really bother to me)

Some things break
(I tried to stay awake long enough so I could hear the sound)
Not my fault
(Of how the dark fades every time the morning comes around)
Can’t explain
(I tried to stay awake long enough so I could hear the sound)
Things I say
(Of how your voice fades every time the morning comes around)