It'll Be O.k.

I've got a loveseat with a front beam cracked and broken

I've got some things to say to you that are better left unspoken

Maybe we could lean together, try to share some warmth

Can't go back to what it was or say that we weren't warned

I've got a handful of the

Day's hours left to go before

I fall dead asleep and

Then head off to work once more

Maybe we could lie together staring straight ahead

Lines of vision parallel, they'll never intersect

At the end of the night and the inevitable flight

Where we both finally realize we can't get this right

Even if it crumbles by the breaking light of day

It'll be ok

I've got a little bit of time to try to sort it out

When it's stolen by a random nothing it only fuels the doubt

That we're holding things together

By the trite-est of cliches