Written By Pat Book
Performed by Heroes Wear Helmets

My night ends just as your day begins
always somewhat number and a little bit dumber
living by the clock, striving for more things to own
the effort and futility both chill me to the bone

Like banging your head against a brick wall
the pressure compounds when the order s too tall
if the glass is half-empty but the table s soaking wet
when my life is nearly over it s the spills that I ll regret

It feels like a month since i saw your face
but at least it's a steady pace
if i tell them they won, they might back down
and relent their cacophony of sound

Like banging your head against a brick wall
the pressure compounds when the order s too tall
if the glass is half-empty but the table s soaking wet
when my life is nearly over it s the spills that I ll regret

The words are only that but they never have rang true
they're always quick to come between me and you