In those late hours, when nothing good can ever happen
I’m lost looking for a way to escape.
To get me out, away from here
Away from everyone and everything;
I need a space to cry, to learn, to love, to laugh
And here there is no space for that, it is space only for those of us
Who already have it figured out.
It’s quite cramping and quite small, whenever someone new comes
Someone old leaves
And I don’t want to be part of it.
When people are looking forward to the daylight of a new tomorrow and
When people are looking forward to those late hours, when nothing good can ever happen, Because they know it precedes the daylight.
But what they don’t know is that the new day, the tomorrow they all look forward to, holds the same late hours,
The late hours when nothing good can ever happen.
But they are cast in light and I guess that makes them think the dark is okay.
But I, I know better
For nothing good can come in those days that follow those late hours.