Threshold of Restlessness

Some mornings I wake up broken hearted
As my open eyes register to my semi-conscious mind
That I'm still here and your still not
And start my day swallowing a distressing lump in my throat

Doing what doesn't really matter
In God only knows where & I don't really care
Because the hourglass that counts down
To when you come around is still more full than empty

The colors fade to black and white
I knew my dreams would lack color tonight
I close my eyes tight and manage to doze off
Despite what razes my unconsciousness