Stop me if you've heard this one before

I lay down late, but I'm up with the sun.
It's 10pm and I'm tired. Too much running around playing tennis.

I've got this sinking feeling and my heart just turned to stone. dm.

Your eyes were open wide, inviting, now they're half shut, unexcited.
You're an open house for sale, but I'm boarded and condemned.

You're perfect in so many ways, but you still could use a change or two. (I'm only human, you know.)

Let me pave this road with my pride,
And you can walk straight down the line,
Relatively irrelevant to your life,
But you still let my hopes run high,
This pick and pen become my compass,
So I'll sit alone and strum this,
Watching stars fall through my window,
And feel my heart get caught in my throat.

Sweet dreams, kiddies.