How fantastic it is, how fantastic it is.
tonight will be the night, i'm going to make this right. i ran out the door so fast, they thought i wouldn't come back; back to the same three days over and over again. fraction of zero sum, ad infinitum: all the regret i keep, all the mistakes i dread, exhausted from oversleep, awake but still in bed, ashamed of the things i've said, afraid of what's in my head. so under this bridge i'll stay, and wait for the same three days to end.
