When it's light we are defined.
Everything exposed but what we hide.
Now is the time to come unfurled.
Swallow down your pride and let it go.
There will be battles: some are won and some are lost.
You lose your friends, you lose your family, you lose your life.
But after all is said and done, all we can do is wash our hands.
Clean of trouble, because every single day we're losing time.
And when the sun sets, you shuffle home.
Rock yourself to sleep with all your woes.
And you have no clue what it's about.
A laundry list of problems with no bleach to wash them out.