Passing Time
Sometimes it feels I am just passing time
Between cigarettes smoked to calm my mind
Between weekends spent under the covers
Between nights lost inside my lover
I drag myself through all the hurt
As if I am a broom dragging through dirt
As if I have lost the twinkle in my eyes
As if I don't care if I live or die.
But thank God for the hidden time
The seconds where I enjoy life
The seconds where I take a break
The seconds I am not in pain.
So I will live, just passing time
Finding peace within the strife
Finding little moments to cope
Finding, reaching, holding onto hope
Between cigarettes smoked to calm my mind
Between weekends spent under the covers
Between nights lost inside my lover
I drag myself through all the hurt
As if I am a broom dragging through dirt
As if I have lost the twinkle in my eyes
As if I don't care if I live or die.
But thank God for the hidden time
The seconds where I enjoy life
The seconds where I take a break
The seconds I am not in pain.
So I will live, just passing time
Finding peace within the strife
Finding little moments to cope
Finding, reaching, holding onto hope