Me Tired

Verse 1

And so it always is, at a drunken feast,

When the cycle of days comes full circle, at least.

Any one of us, raising a mug so high,

Will unwittingly shed a tear into it, I sigh.

Chorus

We're all tired, yes, so very tired,

But still we raise our voices, never retired.

Because your cornflower‑blue eyes hold the light,

Laughing through the dark, holding us tight.

Verse 2

We're worn down by time, by the weight of each year,

By the words we regret and the things we held dear.

Yet here we are, gathered beneath the same roof,

While fate plays its old, discontented, foolish proof.

Chorus

We're all tired, yes, so very tired,

But still we raise our voices, never retired.

Because your cornflower‑blue eyes hold the light,

Laughing through the dark, holding us tight.

Verse 3

The plates are half empty, the candles burn low,

And the stories we tell now we've told long ago.

But even when silence finally settles the room,

Your laughter stays with us, chasing the gloom.

Bridge

Time doesn't heal, it just smooths the sharp edge,

Leaves us with memories we can't forget, can't bridge.

Still, I'd choose this night, this worn, honest crowd,

Over any bright future that's cold and too loud.

Chorus

We're all tired, yes, so very tired,

But still we raise our voices, never retired.

Because your cornflower‑blue eyes hold the light,

Laughing through the dark, holding us tight.

Outro

Just one more toast, just one more quiet word,

Before the night fades and the truth is blurred.

We're tired, we're broken, but we're here tonight—

Under the same roof, beneath the same light.