Midnight Comes Twice Tonight

A Song I Wrote

The clock must have died,
along with everything else.
A second went by
and I'm here by myself,
half-consumed by the trap you laid.

The phone won't ring.
My heart stopped beating
I've given up hoping
that the way you're treating me
will lead to better days.

I shoot down all my memories
and bury my hopeless dreams.
My future's a gaping hole.
A perfect match to what the bullets redeem.

Your words cut deeper
than any razor's edge.
But the silence pushed me
off the ledge.
The worse thing you said was
nothing at all.

I shot down my memories
and buried my hopeless dreams.
My future's a gaping hole.
A perfect match to what the bullets redeem.

Dreaming gets you nowhere,
and wishing gets you even less.
The only thing I've come to trust
is the shadow of the heart in my chest.