Days by oblio © 2015

I’ve dreamed of drowning oceans. Love without emotions.
Abandoning devotions, just to see if they were there.
I sleep with my eyes open. Shameful breath and lotion.
The corpses in my memories keep on begging for my love.

Eventide's lies culminate my head.
Morning’s truth defies every goal I’ve set.

Mourning eyes, heightened sense.
Wish I had your confidence. Your confidence in the days.
Days are my penitence. Wish I had your confidence.
Your confidence. Your confidence in the days.

You’re a figment constellation, in my galaxy predation,
Where friendships set like fuses turn to supernova skies.
I slander my own speeches. And morals stick like leeches to…
The minister who preaches that some things cannot be saved.

Eventide's lies culminate my head.
Morning’s truth defies every goal I’ve set.

Mourning eyes, heightened sense.
Wish I had your confidence. Your confidence in the days.
Days are my penitence. Wish I had your confidence.
Your confidence. Your confidence in the days.

And every dream will take the place of every blunder,
To prepare me for the greater disappointment.
And if we’re dreaming, would you wish that you were just dead?
And if we’re waking, would you send me back to my bed?

I'm… scared of all my good dreams. Maybe because it seems like…
the reason that I have them is to make up for the days.