Lyric

From the window, I watched the sun decay

Leaving only fantasies behind

The bulb that once lit up my eyes went dark

Screaming, “Look at what is real.”

Someone tore apart a paper-thin note

Still believing tomorrow would be clear

They flipped an empty case onto the floor—

Hope crawled out like tiny bugs

One more letter, one more letter

Words that never fall in place

Gasping for breath, grasping for breath

Calling out a broken name

Know the side effect they call A—

There’s no such thing as hope tomorrow

Know the side effect they call A—

No future’s ever waiting here