A routine, harnessed by sheer will
Nurtured by a lack of resolve
Built upon the broken bones
Of hope, of bitter law
That we can see an image
And shape it within the walls
But the shallow fire has its way
Of lingering in the dark
Murmur a melody
As the song begins to crack
And memorize its every piece
As a portrait and what it lacks
Lay the shards behind your eyes
So the picture stays exact
And wake bleary eyed
With the song in mind
A distant morning, a harrowed morning
You know yourself as well
To see the stinging change
That lets you see the self that failed
While the bystander watch the shame
So, if people never change
And circumstances remain the same
The fire will burn away the thoughts
That allowed you to dream that way
