Self

I look in the mirror and say, "Self, why are you up again? It's 4 AM."
I look out the window. If the moon wore a skirt, the clouds would line the hem.
The stars are bright and I'd make a wish if I believed in that shit.
Well it's going to be alright. Just you wait. It's going to be alright.

"Self, just go back to sleep because tomorrow is a new day."
Shut up... that saying's cliched anyway.
I turn on the Television and curl up in the chair.
Well it's going to be alright. Just you wait. It's going to be alright.

I flip open my cell just in case I missed his call.
Damn you for leaving me. Damn you for the false hope Paul.
I turn off the TV and climb back in bed.
Well it's going to be alright. Just you wait. It's going to be alright.

"Self, just close your eyes and pick up the pieces tomorrow."
Shut up. It's not that easy. There's no broom that I can borrow.
Tear stained pillows and a tissue box are all that shares the bed with me now.
Well it's going to be alright. Just you wait. It's going to be alright.