Window – Early Next Year – letras

i’ll spend my evening staring inside through a window,watching lovers heads on lovers shoulders.i’ll see a hand around a waist,it’s something i’ll appreciate way morewhen the arm belongs to me.staring through this window at a world that doesn’t see me,it’s true that there are happy people here.i’m just out of range,standing back within the shadows and it’sgood to see that some things never change.in a second i would trade lives with almost anybody inside,cause everyone is smiling that i see.every person has a purpose,everyone seems to be laughing,and nobody is without company.if i were a drinker, i would have blacked out hours ago,it’s time better spent than wallowing around in my sorrow,i’ll just switch up my emotions from self-loathing,right to apathy.i’ll be alone tonight again,tomorrow will be the same and i’ll never take my chances,at things that i can fail at,i think it’s time to fix that,go find some confidence again.my vision alternates between the real thing and reflections,the underlying message that i see:an ego-beaten victim always dragging himself around,upon closer inspection, i see it’s me.if i had a brick i’d send it sailing through the window,destroy that perfect world behind the glass.but i’ll show self-restraint,for as long as i can muster,in order for these feelings to go past.