I don't know when the angel comes to heal the wound
my heart is bleeding out on parchment thick with gloom
and everyday
and everyday
and everyday
and everyday
my face has been broken apart and demonized
my wonton personality is made of lies
and everyday
and everyday
and everyday
and everyday
I dream of living in a place with numbered days
when you go wasting time you know what you have left
there is a stamp
on everyday
and every morning you wake up
you feel alive