Submitted For the Approval of the Midnight Society (Demo)

The smell of smoke consumes my life, If I can't smell it I'm in my bed or at my desk, But I know I'm not alive So I'll look back to find the cure, And I'll search from start to end. The moment fades and the countdown starts, And time slips through my hands, We're counting down for fun, We're counting down for parties and birthdays But all I really want is a moment that might last forever I've been running on empty now this whole summer And I've been running on empty now for longer than I can remember I'm sorry that it's over I guess I'll take you home Even though nothing's better now that we're so terribly alone And every bad thing that happens at every given time, Like how you can't be the last person I see every night My breakdowns, the break-up, and thinking that I had lost my friends Well I'd beg it to come back and resurrect my selfish ends And every bad thing that happens at every given time On late nights or in backyards, or when I stole your bed that time I passed out forgive me, remember nothing that I said I'd beg it to come back and resurrect my selfish ends I'd pray this season never ends (I'm sorry that its over, I'm sorry that its over) I'd pray this season never ends (I'm sorry that its over, I'm sorry that its over) I'm sorry that its over.