The pencil

The day is gone
Midnight has awoken
Inside your tender eyes
Where time has been stolen

You are the ghost
And I am a bargaining chip
I am your explanation
Unconsciously whipped

So pick up the pencil and be what you need
Stop fighting this, stop kicking me in the teeth

But it
It lets you sleep
Sometimes during the night
But it doesn't let you appreciate
The little things
Of life

If you don't know
If you don't know

And it is not real
If you don't see what is
Right in front of you
If you slip into the mist

Yes, slip into the mist of not caring
Slip into the blue and drown yourself
You can't keep ignoring everything
And you can't ignore me

But it
It lets you die
To keep up with the pace
But it won't keep you sane
Or disappear
Without a trace

But it
It lets you breakdown
Without anyone noticing
But it won't fight this fucking fear
Don't go down
Without a last swing

There's a fire inside and you can't hide it
There's a fire inside and you can't deny it