Tomorrow Will Be

Mind stump. Here’s my conclusion.
Twelve phone calls and a postcard.
This room is dim, why not turn the lights out.
What more is it we’re losing?
I can’t see you like this now.
I’ll just get bad impressions.
See the world walking around trying to buy reasasurance.
We want to know that someone hopes we’re happy here.
We want to read something saying tomorrow will be,
something saying tomorrow will be better.