What's the point of this   I've got the graveyard shift   And it's my life and I'm sick of it   So I'm a pessimist, and I'm an analyst   I get hope but it falls with the crack of a wrist      Maybe I was hungry for the fall   Or maybe I was right and you were wrong   But I don't have the strength to find a way   To have you in my arms for say even an hour, or even a day   And yet still I fight to find a way   To fight this problem that hurts me each and every day      Everything is a little bit clearer now   And everything is a little bit harder now   Yet still I try to change your mind   Everything is a little bit clearer now   And everything is a little bit harder now   Why can't I just say good-bye      So why all the pain, why all the fuss   Maybe it's because I lose all train of thought   Every time I think of us   And so I make my ways and I waste my days in the search for something new   I'm a pessimist and an analyst and I don't know what to do