At 6:15AM, I wake up from the same nightmare again
It's that one where I'm 100 years old and living alone without love
Everything I had was dressed and draped in velvet black,
And words in the sky asked, "Where do we go after the sun goes down?"
Staring at myself, I rub my hands against my face
As if the answer would come if I pushed hard enough
Is it cliche to ask for a sign?
Am I doing something right?
Is this really the punch line?

Can it be true that now, the joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make is that we think there is a finish line
I really used to think that my story would go, "and then, and then, and then,"
I kept waiting for the beginning to end
I kept waiting for something to happen
I don't want to turn the page if I know how it ends
I already know the opponent wins, so what's the point?
Our time has one foot in the grave,
So bury me now and forever erase my name from each page
There's a checklist in my pocket with none of the boxes marked,
And it's too late for me to start

Can it be true now, the joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make is that we think there is a finish line

What if this is as good as it gets?
The joke's on us this time The joke's on us this time
A common mistake we often make is that we think there is a finish line

And in the end, we aren't left with answers
We're left with choices