2 AM comes to a close again tonight   Connecting the trails of stars in the sky to your eyes   My thoughts never seem to be my own anymore   Overdone, someone's done a better job at who I am trying to be      Expect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the best   And that's the way you beat disappointment.      Dreams, like cobwebs, spun on the ceiling in borrowed time    Watch in the mirror, pupils dilate as I stare me down   I can't see without some kind of aid   You shouldn't believe the words I've never said to you      Expect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the best   And that's the way you beat disappointment      Here, I'm waiting for you   Here, I'm waiting at the door