Written By Pat Book   Performed by Heroes Wear Helmets      My night ends just as your day begins   always somewhat number and a little bit dumber   living by the clock, striving for more things to own   the effort and futility both chill me to the bone      Like banging your head against a brick wall   the pressure compounds when the order’s too tall   if the glass is half-empty but the table’s soaking wet   when my life is nearly over it’s the spills that I’ll regret      It feels like a month since i saw your face   but at least it's a steady pace   if i tell them they won, they might back down   and relent their cacophony of sound      Like banging your head against a brick wall   the pressure compounds when the order’s too tall   if the glass is half-empty but the table’s soaking wet   when my life is nearly over it’s the spills that I’ll regret      The words are only that but they never have rang true   they're always quick to come between me and you