At six fifteen AM, I wake up
From the same nightmare again
It's that one where I'm one hundred years old
And living alone without love

Everything I had was dressed and draped in velvet black
And words in the sky asked, where do we go after the sun goes down
Staring at myself, I rub my hands against my face
As if the answer would come if I pushed hard enough

Is it cliché to ask for a sign
Am I doing something right
Is this really the punch line
Can it be true that

Now the joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make
Is that we think there's a finish line

Now the joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make
Is that we think there's a finish line

I really used to think that my story would go
And then, and then, and then
I kept waiting for the beginning to end
I kept waiting for something to happen

I don't want to turn the page
If I already know how it ends
If we already know the opponent wins
So what's the point

Our time has one foot in the grave, so bury me now
And forever erase my name from each page
There's a checklist in my pocket with none of the boxes marked
And it's too late for me to start

Can it be true that now
The joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make
Is that we think there's a finish line

Now the joke is on us this time
A common mistake we often make
Is that we think there's a finish line

What if this is as good as it gets
And in the end, we aren't left with answers
We're left with choices