Hard Pressed

If I could find all my white lies, I'd pile them high to climb inside and wait for you
 In this bed I made with hearts I've slayed, the life I gave, the light that fades
 As fates come unglued
 And you could find comfort in the quilt of complacence
 All wrapped up in yourself
 Hard pressed for heartfelt
 In these shrinking walls, these shallow halls, this shadowed call to bear the palls
 And leave a vapor to drift
 As we hide inside, as lightning strikes, chalk white outlines a million times
 Before the graveyard shift
 And you could find comfort in the quilt of complacence
 All wrapped up in yourself
 Hard pressed for heartfelt
 It's a cavalcade, a stalled parade, a graveside procession
 A confession that memories made
 As our session slowly degrades