Every Day, The Same

Every Day, The Same - Hotel Books

Walking down aisles of vintage stores

And peacefully window shopping

Stalking the nightmare that cuts your core

And keeps you sobbing

He could be anywhere around you

And you just don't know it

The person who ended your greatest joy

And truest friendship

It's common courtesy to stay at the scene of the crash

But he drove away

And left your heart to reflect upon a peaceful past

Everyday the same tortured silence

What if the future's just to remind me

That my past was my only blessing

You said what if the man

Who killed my wife sleeps in the house next door to mine

That's the reality with unsolved crimes

He lives with a burden but she only lives in your mind

What if the hollowed out feeling is a memory

That I can barely find

Where does faith come in

When it's already been confirmed that she has died

What if the future's just to remind me

That my past was my only blessing

Where is the sense of thriving

We're all so sick of dying

I've seen this in your eye

I've seen that death can be done

You beg for silence but you're a constant echo

A voice buried from a past

We're all so sick of dying

Survivor's guilt because you didn't want to let go

And now it's buried in your flesh

We're all so sick of dying

There is safe but then there is fact

You're still here and she's not coming back

You're still here and she's not coming back

What if the future's just to remind me

That my past was my only blessing

Where is the sense of thriving

We're all so sick of dying

I've seen this in your eye

I've seen that death can be done