Post-Midnight

Simple dreams from a simpler time trapped in your mind
Domestic in a respect
Yeah, but it was nice
This listlessness is pointless to deny
You can't get to sleep at night
Now you gotta live

By yourself
You got no one else
But yourself
Gotta face this situation
When you're by yourself
And you got no one else
But yourself
Can't think away the pain this time

Simplicity's not simply cyclically inclined
This dance of space and time
Blows my fucking mind
Ever since this existence has been described
Standing on this pale blue dot
Floating in the sky

I'm by myself
I got no one else
But myself
I'm the master of indignation when
I'm by myself
I got no one else
But myself
Can't drink away the pain this time

The impulse is destructive
Don't you understand that it
That it never goes away
Nostalgia's unproductive
Yes, I understand that
But I'd like to hope someday
Maybe some day

Some days "someday" feels like it's
Never gonna come