tonight is the night


tomorrow is the morning i won't see

cause nothing ever turns out right

i guess it's just my destiny



did you ever notice how bright that lamp is?

im just waiting for a girl who's not so vibrant

that she plans to shine her light across the campus

you could call me picky or a tyrant

but girls aren't made of sugar and spice

and everything thats sweet and nice

they are made up of vanity and lies

that and a bedroom full of interchangeable guys



tonight is the night

tomorrow is the morning i wont see

cause nothing ever turns out right

i guess its just my destiny



and this "help!" is not a pity cry

it's just my life's hand waving goodbye



today i learned that no one will miss me tomorrow

every second of every day is only sorrow

how i can believe that one day the truth will come

is just as certain as wether or not i can keep the beat with the drum

so when it's all said and finally done

at my wake, i expect the mourning of only one

myself, for not living the life i was handed

i pushed every palm away and took every moment for granted
I would want to live longer...