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Late Night Scene

Every word falls away in disgrace When I try to describe the most perfect time in the dingiest place None can hold a candle to the flame that guide us in With time ticking till morning and we’re rewriting every story To watch life pass was just not for us Just another late night in this dive Where the lost and broken sit I guess you an I just fit The broken dreamer comes with ruby red lips And asks what she can get Just coffee and cigarettes will do just fine And help to past the time Another endless conversation Where pictures are painted with grand ambitions And the hopes of dreamers just pulled from the sky Tonight’s conversation is one sided and this pain has not subsided the sun has risen and I’m sobering up Only to realize this place is empty like my cup I’ll be here when your better With an open seat and dreams that won’t be beat I’ll be here through morning and dawn I’ll be here with a tear in each eye and still afraid to cry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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