When the Bottle Breaks and The Earth Quakes

I have a feeling one day
There might be a morning
Where I don't feel any different
From the night I spent before
To which it all carried over
For once and this time
I know exactly how I feel
And that it won't change
Not even for tomorrow
Or the next few days
I've done it all the wrong way
Said "maybe" one to many times
To which I can't shake
Every day I spent before




Thank you Brett Coker for the titled