Good Things Never Last
Where did inspiration go?
Was it lost in transaction?
Is it hiding behind painful smiles
or mediocre fashion?

I don’t know when my eyes got dull
or when I got confused,
but my thoughts keep taking me right back
to the absense of my muse.

I’m looking for the answers
‘twixt cliches and nicotine,
Wishing for the impossible
and dwelling on my dreams

I lied when I said I felt the same.
I wish you only knew
How much it hurts to wonder why
I wasn’t enough for you.

But I guess that’s just what happens
When you stay stuck in the past.
Time keeps moving on
And the good things never last