I Think It's Tomorrow
I think it's tomorrow
or maybe it's today
but forget all the sorrow
and forget all the dismay.
It may be a mistake
or it could be just right,
not sure if it's fake,
if it's a maybe or a might.
But why think about it
when it is so perfect?
I'll be the first to admit,
as I sit here and reflect,
that driving away that day
was something I regret
and ignoring all those clichés,
I will never forget,
wondering where did we go wrong?
I think it was yesterday
or has it been all along?
I'm not sure in this disarray
of everything that gone on
but then the secret is out,
the secret is just another con
and you, I can do without.