Giving Up On Yourself Is Just Swearing Off Lottery Tickets

My music keeps telling me
I only sing like I'm desperate
But my life keeps whispering in my other ear
He's desperate indeed, desperate for her
To ward off the reality I start singing just five minutes too soon
Throwing last-chance lyrics into the crowding room

I take the tears that fall
And I hide them away, so they're never there at all
They don't leave anything but a slight stain
Only noticed by you
My one, true, only all-time blue

Walking through my empty empty house
I notice it's raining, and decide to chase away the outdoors
Barging down the sidewalk
Slipping on the grass
I have to laugh over the pain
Every time I get a wet butt, after the lawn takes me down

Born under a ceiling sky
I'll make sure life gets a kiss to remember out of this guy
Maybe I'll make it fall in love with me
Before I just give up and die
Being older is the same, I know that now
The only difference if that you're the one who wings it
Not the one who doesn't know and feels secure

I trace my life on you as you sleep
Waiting for the fall to fall away, and winter to fall sick with fever and die
And summer will let us run away
No more looking through windows, and watching while you sleep
We'll trade sleepy eyes for awake ones all around