Optimistic

You have the glass half-filled with tears
And half-filled with all the wasted years
The seconds, minutes, and the passing days
And it only gets worse in a million ways

Could it really be hard to be a happy man?
I guess it’s hard to force the breaking smile
When nothing goes according to plan
And you’re filling the glass with tears all the while

Who knew that separation could be a disease?
We could talk for hours on end
And I can no longer pretend
Just save me now, I’m begging you please.

I am a crow that seeks out the dove
But I can’t even leave the Falconer’s glove
To begin my search in the sky above
What kind of man can be saved by love?

There is no point in looking when the search is over
It’s like trying to solve a case that’s grown cold
There’s no point in listening when there’s nothing to hear
I wish I could just tune out this dying world

Would you like my glass half-filled with tears?
Because I can fulfill the greatest of your fears
I can stain this optimism a darkening red
When my veins decide to cry instead…