Back Drop

The backdrop gets blurry

the colors fade together

You barely looked back

but is barely enough?

Oh, tomorrow I'll be somewhere

it seems so far away

everything seems far away

The backdrop gets blurry

So who the open book?

and who's the open door?

I'd close them if I could

but I never could before

I'm still waiting...

it's two in the morning

and every headlight

looks like yous

And every night about this time

I grab the wheel it seems so familiar

things get hectic, and I get nervous

and I get nothing.

So go right ahead

'cause it rolls right off of you

So who the open book?

and who's these the open door?

I'd close them if I could

but I never could before

I'm still waiting...

it's two in the morning

and every headlight

looks like yous

I hope I mean it this time

and I hope you mean it this time.

Same old conversations

same old television

I'm so weak

I make my confessions

for most of the day

and the choices I make

and there's prices to pay

and there's consequences

of the meaningless, the ridiculous

and you all look the same underneath

you never make sense

you never mean a thing

the lights go out

and everything's blurry

So I'm the open book.

I'm the open door.

I'd close them if I could

but I never could before

and I'm sick and tired of waiting

it's two in the morning

and every headlight should be yours