said and done, this heart is sober
can hardly breathe, it's too soon
dreaming is for the ridiculous
and optimism is for the fool

sure, if you're halfway lucky
then the birds are singing your song
but sunny days aren't for everyone
only a wish gone hopelessly wrong

reality is grey and meaningless
it's hard to escape what just is
all that remains is the aftertaste
of when living was even worth it

Benita Joy