We Burn In Our Own Comfort

Playing on your complacency, i never meant, to fall behind. Chasing changes, another night.
We bury burdens under bridges tied from time, and that's not why decisions design every line.
Making mistakes, moving on.
Missing out, moving on. Close my eyes, another night to dream. All the better days are here. We burn in our own comfort.

And that's not why sleeping lines won't hide blinding sides. Another nothing somewhere, and that's not why sleeping lines won't hide. Keep count of idle time, it always seems to fall behind.
Lets not forget to find time to flaunt our faults. Then slip like cellophane on a broken window, pained.

Another way to pass these days, close my eyes, another night.And when we come around to some unfamiliar town, another day dream disaster drowns.
close my eyes, another night. I always thought I missed this.
It won't be hard, forget to breathe, these cycles lead. And we regret. I never meant to fall behind.