Glutton Of Sympathy

In the breathless hush of 4 a.m.
In the dark sits a sad cliche
Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars

Tell me how this came to be
Sleeplessness talk to me
She'd say over and over again

Fumbling through a cut glass vase
Passing lipstick, cotton spools
Burning jealous pictures of marriages of friends

You never asked to be
The glutton of sympathy
She says over and over that this is the end

'Cause I see it in your eyes
What you don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned

Such mournful words on this whitesnow vacant page
All the lessons that she learns she packs away

Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy?
She writes over and over again

That's when I see it in your eyes
What you don't know, time to let go
I see it in your eyes
There is so much more out there to be learned

(Tossing, turning, roll away)
Indecision won't you ever make up your mind
(Lifetime, nighttime, wake the day)
'Cause tomorrow will see if you've had your fill of sympathy
(Tomorrow will see)

Will you never cease to be the glutton of sympathy?
Don't you know the stars are all fading
Let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile