Days

I dreamed of drowning oceans
Love without emotions
Abandoning devotions just to see if they were there
I sleep with my eyes open
Shameful breath and lotion
The corpses in my memories keep on begging for my love

Eventide lies culminate my head
Morning’s truth defies every goal I’ve set

Mourning eyes, heightened sense
Wish I had your confidence
Your confidence in the days
Days are my penitence
Wish I had your confidence
Your confidence
Your confidence in the days

You’re a figment constellation, in my galaxy predation
Where friendships set like fuses turn to supernova skies
I slander my own speeches
And morals stick like leeches to the minister who preaches that some things cannot be saved

Eventide lies culminate my head
Morning’s truth defies every goal I’ve set

Mourning eyes, heightened sense
Wish I had your confidence
Your confidence in the days
Days are my penitence
Wish I had your confidence
Your confidence
Your confidence in the days

And every dream will take the place of every blunder
To prepare me for the greater disappointment
And if we’re dreaming, would you wish that you were just dead?
And if we’re waking, would you send me back to my bed?

I'm scared of all my good dreams
Maybe because it seems like the reason that I have them
Is to make up for the days