Submitted for the approval of the midnight society

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.