Inbetweens

I’ve been getting the signals all wrong.
Don’t kill the dream, you’re nothing but an inbetween.
I guess I could get drunk forever, look up at the stars and talk or whatever.
It’s been this way before.
This is the last time?
There wasn’t even a first time.
So, next time I’ll keep my tongue to myself. «Maybe I will see you later?» Don’t expect anything because that’s how you end
up with nothing.
When everyday’s the same how do you rearrange?
Or recreate the brighter parts instead?
Emotional peace keeper, how do you keep your dignity?
How do you stand so proudly?