Back In Place

I'm my own cliche
investing my own pain
it's cynica; but warm in is own way

i'm my own fake smile
a grounded innder child
won't lie down 'til i'm awake.

i'll wait for one good reason and
i'll sit right back here tomorrow - cut in two
i'll wait for one good reason and
i'll be knocking on your window.

i'm half awake holding on
i'm back in place holding on

the players have been cast
reflections of the past
faded signatures on worn-out contracts

distinctions have been lost
my instincts all been ceased
i'll lay down and bag for sleep