Day Past

Ring round my finger,

pocketful of consciousness 

Why do we set all up for failure

If life is not a test?

Don't lie to me,

But neither should you confess.

Ring round my finger,

Day past a wedding dress.

Lay me down,

This bed of burdens

Slows my way to sleep

Despite yesterday's words,

I give not my soul for anybody else to keep.

And when I fade away, 

Never to wake again.

I pray love will be there on my second wind,

I won't end up like this again.

So depressed...

Ring on my finger,

Day past a wedding dress.