...But I'm Dying

I'm tired of living in your constellation
 Most of your friends, they still don't know my name
 I've never been good at orbiting
 And everything you say is Greek to me
 So why don't I blow the lid off this can of worms?
 I think there might be a prize at the bottom
 It's a Cracker Jack deal
 I'll be free and you'll be rid of me
 Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
 But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
 And when my day comes crashing down
 At 3 a.m., without a sound
 You're fast asleep... but I'm dying.
 You're making me laugh
 But I don't want to laugh anymore
 People laugh when they don't really know the score
 And laughing is just one step away
 From crying... and I don't want to do that today
 A bit of a piece of a fragment of you is enough
 I can file it away with the last six months
 In a tattered envelope
 Stuck away in a book that I never read
 Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
 But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
 And when my day comes crashing down
 At 3 a.m., without a sound
 You're fast asleep... but I'm dying.
 I had a dream last night 'bout an angel
 She was laughing at me, but so sweetly
 Then she kicked me out the door
 I fell out of bed and now my ribs are sore
 Everything's gold on the surface of the moment
 But I take my coffee much blacker than you ever will
 And when my day comes crashing down
 At 3 a.m., without a sound
 You're fast asleep, but I'm dying
 You're doing fine, but I'm dying.