Lyrics

Every morning When I wake up I'm not sure which me I'm going to get A pool of hope or a wave of panic It's sink or swim from the start to the end My hands are sore and my heart is racing My ears are ringing with the notes I've spent It's just sixteen syllables that are barely audible A group of words that I always forget No matter how much they meant Sometimes the best way to say that you're sorry Is to keep your apologies to yourself Every evening When we curl up I know for certain this is all I need Under the covers a simple silence A quiet promise between you and me I've picked my poisons, I've picked my pleasures I've picked my battles, and I've picked my friends They're just fifteen memories that will burn inside of me I keep these fires lit with the tip of my pen Until the ink runs red It's just another day spent in silence Spinning on top of the loneliest planet inside of my head Inside of my head I sang for redemption I sang for sympathy I sang in silence Now I'm going to sing one for you and me