These long nights are wasted.
I could be doing something besides
staring at the ceiling angry
because I can't reach my cigarettes.
I could be on the rooftop searching
the skies for shooting stars
so maybe I could somehow wish
for all to change - to be whole again.

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These long nights are wasted
when my eyes don't even blink.
Red vein vision could be replaced
by candy-coated dreams.
And I could be finding other things
to regret or maybe even hope
for but sleeplessness is
restlessness and things will never change.

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These long nights are wasted
when all I think about is you
because I know broken things
can't always be mended.
But in my wishes and dreams
nightmares never happened and we're just
two lost souls who've found each other
convinced that things can change.