Honestly what will become of me I don't like reality It's way too clear to me But really life is daily We are what we don't see We missed everything daydreaming Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Travelling I always stop at exits Wondering if I'll stay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets it and I don't cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why Dogs were whistling a new tune Barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could die Dogs were barking at the new moon whistling a new tune Hoping it would come soon And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away And the sky was falling And the clouds were dropping And the rain forgot how to bring salvation The dogs were barking at the new moon whistling a new tune Hoping it would come soon so that they could die