Texty: Backseat Goodbye. Good Morning, Sunshine. An Early Ending.

I can't wait for you to say those words
that you know i want to hear
you kept the worst in a frame by some books
and i know that you can't go on
it's not like this is the end of it
you can't find that if you never did begin
to hope in the first place
you might never know the truth
i don't know
you don't know
we might never know
if it is how we think or what we do
the night set your eyes to rest
while the moon held your silhouette
like a painting on your bed
and when i got back you were lost
in the caverns of a another endless thought
that you keep in your dreams
you keep some sunlight in your camera just in case
if tomorrow the sun doesn't wake
and i held my breath and watched as time took the seconds
from my hands
but that ain't all, no no that's not it