My heart is finally bored;
The skies are crystal clear,
But lights get blurry.
Lining up for pain;
I use it as a tool
For killing worries.

Will I see you weathered,
Will I see you without warning?
Will we cover up the morning
Just to make believe?

Maybe I can, maybe I can't, maybe I'll
Fill the life I'm leaving half full.
Maybe I can, maybe I can't, maybe I'll
Share half-empty's lonely trick.

Your fists look so upset and
Seem to be looking right at me.
I said that you were pretty,
You once were prettiest to me.

I gave you all my time because
You didn't mind over-exposure.
Useful misery; self-cleaning memories,
A wall-to-wall cure.

Any life I had,
Any good that I remember
Was left back in that December
When we made believe.

Maybe I am, maybe I am, maybe I'm
Letting this go on for too long.
Maybe I am, maybe I am, maybe I'm
Right until you prove me wrong.