Good Mourning Sun Rise

I say good mourning sun rise. I say good mourning sun rise. I say good mourning sun rise. We all fall down sometimes. You are the owner of this world, my friend Again, you belong to a world that transcends all these roads. So I'm casting my vote. Don't you ever tie a knot if your back's to the ropes. I can smell the moist air driving West from the coast Or that Best Western that eventually closed One too many days spent digging out our souls And all we've got to remember it by's a couple quotes and the clothes that we wore. But hey, life at times is a road trip filled with pot holes and quarter-mile signs And on the ride home, you can watch the sunrise Diving overtop the mountains from behind. I only judge feeling blue from looking at the sky Like an alcoholic struggling to keep his spirits high. If only I could hold you I'd know that you'd be fine But keep your saltwater. We've all got a reason to cry. I'm leaving behind the last time I sAt that grey cement terminal that classically Looked Like a movie script ending, if the lighting wasn't wrong And this quilt of our friendship was sown without flaws. I've been dreaming, head on the desk, dreaming Ready to crash like the waves that we haven't seen yet But believe it: the sun won't go down if you mean it You can ask Daniel Johnson about his grievances They aren't worth a damn, damn thing at all Like spiders when we get close to 'em all our feelings start to crawl. So here's how I see the world bigger: I like cafes where the forks are bent before dinner And the waitresses have lyrics written on their chests They carry coffee pots and burdens and sweep but aren't swept Well, here's my advice, if I have to take a guess Your sadness will be better off if it ain't kept anymore. When you're falling and there's nothing to turn to Fueling up the hate that you harbor in your journal The gasoline smells like the clothes that we burn through Watering our teenage inhibitions if they're fertile So part the clouds over the bridge that's been broken Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open And never let them say it's too late for you to change Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say Say good mourning sun rise. Keep sleeping, open up those ugly blinds If you were dreaming, I'm sorry that I cut into your time But reality'll cut you like a hundred knives. It was defined once upon a time by an unknown whim That I was fine 'till the dusk rolled in I'm thinking, look at me now, I can travel on my own And give life to dead ends and shabby old bones. Last week, I got another wake-up call from my Dad Saying, "Good mourning, son, rise! You're too bright to be so sad." So I acknowledge that I'm relatively miniscule Following the tiki torches down to her swimming pool The heat of the moment always leaving me a little cool I wrote this verse in a middle school parking lot A theme song to dream beyond your written rules And make sure you're not ever bitter or confused. When you're falling you can mutter the words to The secret little prayers that you tally in your journal The tragedy will fit like the clothes that we've learned to Leave upon our younger selves that we've since bursted through Part the clouds over the bridge that's been broken Part those dark ass clouds and leave them open And never let them say it's too late to be your day Paint your pain and wait for the rain to wash it away then say Say good mourning sun rise. Say good mourning sun rise. Say good mourning sun rise. We all fall down sometimes. Say good mourning sun rise. Say good mourning sun rise. Say good mourning sun rise. Yeah, we all fall down sometimes But it's those people that get up that shine.