Tomorrow
Well
My dreams, they show too much
My heart is still pumping
But my bodies numb
The piece is there
But it just won’t fit
I can see the horizon
and I want no part in it
Oh, tomorrow
(tomorrow)
I’ll be hollow
You’ve borrowed too much
Sorry, sorry about that
I said “whatever”
I think the script gets worse
As I walk on with the weather
And I think someone is sleeping
I just hope they’ll wake up
When I need it
I don’t know what I’ve seen
But it bothers me
I can’t bear to see it again
And so I don’t sleep
Maybe my guesses are right
I just hope that I’m Insane
(1,2,3)
Oh, tomorrow
(tomorrow)
I’ll be hollow
You’ve borrowed too much
Sorry, sorry about that
Sorry, sorry I can’t understand
I’m so sorry because I’m freaked out
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yea or nay?
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mmmmm....endorphins.
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