Soft machine

A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close.
The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer.
Signatures are for the self righteous.
What did I create? I must be asleep.
You move in tones.
You talk in shapes.
I must be asleep.
Waving as I disappear.
I'm better than this, and I' better than you.
This is where you beg for my sorrow.
We should not play the maker we should hold our breath now.
Signatures are for the self righteous.
What did I create?
I wish this was easier!
I wish this was closer!
I've got nothing left I'm so tired of all of you.
I want to go back where we came from and stab this city.
Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have.