EVERYTHING WILL BE WORSE IN THE MORNING

My love has no answers

As things get rougher

This terminal cancer

It’s all hers to suffer

My future spins like a knife-throwers wheel

Had hopes for summer

Had hopes for us 

Had hopes for summer

Had hopes for us

If I weep

She will take it as a warning

I can’t sleep

Knowing everything will be worse in the morning

Death goes on

But it has to be forgiven

Cause going on 

Is what death does for a living

As our future spins like a knife-throwers wheel

Had hopes for summer

Had hopes for us 

Had hopes for summer

Had hopes for us

If I weep

She will take it as a warning

I can’t sleep

Knowing everything will be worse in the morning