I've been writin' tragedies in my bed
With broken lovers that hurt in my head
But they don't seem to come alive
or my ink just lets 'em die
like burdens that I know I need to shed
And I'm hopin' that I can wake up
Feel both the joy and the sorrow we sup
Because the comfort creeps
and it lulls me right to sleep
The burdens that I choose to keep are a crutch
The blank page is waitin' for the ghost
of that woman that I love the most
O how she terrifies! Mixes truth right in with lies
Don't know why she hides her cries
From coast to coast
So now I'm waitin' for that midnight train
to take me away from these hollow and tame
Above me in the dead of night
I can see that ever-lovin' light
Shinin' down to give me sight
And to ease my pain
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