close your eyes
and fight the dawn.
maybe tomorrow
won't hurt so bad.
maybe tomorrow
we won't hurt so bad.
they say that you have to hold onto
the things that make you smile -
but we've been so far gone
from the place
where smiles fell across our faces,
placid.
stay up late
chain smoking
writing songs with the images before us:
her hair on her shoulders,
his eyes fixed on something
she can't see.
close your eyes
and fight the dawn
maybe tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
tomorrow will be better.
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