Flowers Taped to Pens

Flowers Taped to Pens - Clever Pessimistic Remarks

I'll sigh under my breath and look but never stare
Ghosts that surround myself
Just look but no one is there
I'm tired of the person in the puddle
Not looking forward to tomorrow

I'll ask what's left to say, I guess I'm not okay
When all have left and no one plays
I blame myself and I wish that you would stay
I'll bury myself at the end of the day
I can't believe when we're just posing in our skin
All we are are stories buried deep within
My ambitions in a shallow grave
No potential, just endless blame

Life's a joke
And we'll laugh
'Til we die
Then we'll cry
Oh, what a waste of time