hope.

i guess i'll run it until the phone battery's dead

i never could imagine how fast the wheels could spin in my head

and yet the thoughts blend together in a graying haze

somewhere in there i've lost those better days

it's hard to wish the sun would come up again

when i'm constantly standing on the edge of an end

and the aftermath's the same in every way

but i'll still hope for those better days

someone once sang to me that everything's not lost

my heart, it hurts, because life deals in pricey costs

the greener grass never keeps vibrant color

life tries to talk to me but all my ears translate is mutter

it's foolish now to hope to pursue a different way

until then, my friend, i'll just hope for better days

the numbness sets in like the sun in a fiery blaze

while i sit, a slave, chained to hope for better days.