the glutton of sympathy

in the breathless hush of four 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 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 white snow 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

will you never cease to be

the glutton of sympathy

oh

don't you know the stars are all fading

let the sunshine capture the sparkle of your smile