In Every Moment

Tell me what I see isn't true
How my life is nothing but painted pictures
Where the pictures are nothing but a sad kind of broken
And in every second liies a sould at rest

Or is it a thousand letters spelling bittersweet goodbyes
Where the sound is the erratic beat of blood and life
And in every minute contains a breaking heart

Maybe I'll dream of fake lives and plastic smiles
Where every cloud is an off white and the skye is a grey blue
and in every hour we're driving miles away on this concrete ground

Could it be fireworks with secret meanings in secret places
Where couples kiss for the first time and guns are shot for the last
And in every day we relive those memories

But its just another sad story
Where friends and lovers fight
And every year passes with another unheard apology