Every Day Like the Last
Andrew Brant Stack, Jennifer Lynn Wasner
It might be true
It might be easier for me, if not, for you
I might be free
To live a life of some prolonged tranquillity
Alone with my thoughts
My mind can do its wandering
A bed to die in
Did you really want
To live a life every day like the last?
To make a trade
Of future promise for a hopeless past
Forget what you know
Afraid of what you want the most
A living ghost
Every day like the last
Every day like the last
Every day like the last
Every day like the last