Name of the Game

I guess I

Don’t feel like talking

Because I feel so much

It blacks everything out

Or feel so quietly

It is just an afterthought to living

And running on empty is

The name of the game

Smile with your teeth

Cry with your eyes

I know what’s good

Late nights and songs

On the radio

Breathe the fresh air and run

You don’t have to know where you’re going to revel in it

And it’s less simple now

They say there is no room 

For late nights and frolicking

I don’t believe it

I can’t give away what I live for

What I feel for 

Strongly or quietly

And I can’t be stopped, either