Twenty Third Hour

Oh no, I scream. There was a time. If I'd not sat down, I could Have spoken up. You won't take me. You won't take me. But in just a little while, They will knock on my door. So I leave to you dead Dreams worth fighting for. That was before. That was before. That was before, and I always said no one I wouldn't hear. Just wanna fall in love, but I hate everyone I know. I'm already old. The life I'm dreaming of, I tend to forget In the mornings. I seem to have sold my soul. I spend my days waiting in line for the Weekend, When I can sleep off the grey. This old parade has swept me clean away. Guess it all falls into place. So yet again, I'm woken by a Screaming Alarm At six AM. I've got a job. Yeah, I've got a steady job. And I've found comfort here. I've found a career. And this can be my life. Dreams will be dreams. They've taken me. They've taken me. They've taken me without even a fight. My head is low. So in my twenty-third hour, I can look back at the mess I've made. Look at keeping my hands clean. Wish I was in good disarray. I wish I could regret nothing. But I've got nothing to regret. I've got nothing to regret. Just Wanna fall in love, but I hate everyone I Know. I'm already old. The life I'm dreaming of, I tend to forget In the mornings. I seem to have sold my soul. I spend my days waiting in line for the Weekend, When I can sleep off the grey. And this old parade has swept me clean away. Guess it all falls into place.