sounds from upstairs

I'm tempted to state the obvious
and convince myself that I've made you into more
than just my own fictional character
someone who was spending my nights
as far away as possible
you'll never try to rescue my morals
because they've been gone from the start
I'm sleep deprived and insane
you've got a lot to live up to
pretend that you've cared this entire time
and you'll get what you're looking for

my eyes are heavier than usual
and my mind keeps wrapping
itself around the unatainable, unavoidable
I'm trying to get to that point
where I throw my hands in the air
and admit defeat
get over it
(always easier said than done)
and I shouldn't even care
not one bit

go draw a star on your door
and keep to the sheets
I'm trying to figure out where
my mind has gone
and I haven't paid enough attention
to the world around me to understand
the unmistakable
diviance
you've never given me a reason
to want you this much

I'll be here when you're ready
to make this into something
friday nights will be proud of

goodnight.