Warren Piece

2 AM comes to a close again tonight
Connecting the trails of stars in the sky to your eyes
My thoughts never seem to be my own anymore
Overdone, someone's done a better job at who I am trying to be

Expect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the best
And that's the way you beat disappointment.

Dreams, like cobwebs, spun on the ceiling in borrowed time
Watch in the mirror, pupils dilate as I stare me down
I can't see without some kind of aid
You shouldn't believe the words I've never said to you

Expect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the best
And that's the way you beat disappointment

Here, I'm waiting for you
Here, I'm waiting at the door