Each And Everyday
What's the point of this
I've got the graveyard shift
And it's my life and i'm suck of it
So i'm a pessimist, and i'm an analyst
I get hope but it falls with the crack of a wrist

Maybe i was hungry for the fall
Or maybe i was right and you were wrong
But i don't have the strength to find a way
To have you in my arms for say even an hour, or even a day
And yet still i fight to find a way
To fight this problem that hurts me each and everyday

Everything is a little bit clearer now
And everything is a little bit harder now
Yet i still try to change your mind
Everything is a little bit clearer now
And everything is a little bit harder now
Why can't i just say good-bye

So why all the pain why all the fuss
Maybe it's because i lose all train of thought
Everytime i think of us
And so i make my ways and waste my days in the search for something new
I'm a pessimist and an analyst and i don't know what to do