Trace Faulkner - The Great Depression

Is it still morning because it feels like afternoon
Or is it yesterday because it looks more like early June
Not that it matters coz I won't be getting up soon
With no dreams left to shatter all I've got are needles for these balloons

Guess I should shower but then again don't think I can stand
It's getting darker by the hour I can't see the light from where I am
Not that it matters it's the best I can offer offhand
Like an out of work actor high on ambition starving for plans

This takes the best of me
What's left you can hardly see anymore

Not that it matters it's not romantic funny or smart
You may sense a pattern but you're not even close until you know it by heart

This takes the best of me

Written by:
Trace Faulkner

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