can't sleep.
I'm left in the cold so I don't break down
rotting a little slower than I would underground
Everyone is against me, so I'm starting to slant
Leaning to the right next to all I have left
I sleep while I stand, just a shell of a me
Already cracked open, the daymares have me
Once had hope, though half empty I still saw the cup
Now I'm only half full of bullshit and lots of shut up
Tonight to my pillow I will anchor my head
If my mind is sinking, my body's going down with it and my bed
Broken pencil pointlessness
the blankest page is what I'm left with.
rotting a little slower than I would underground
Everyone is against me, so I'm starting to slant
Leaning to the right next to all I have left
I sleep while I stand, just a shell of a me
Already cracked open, the daymares have me
Once had hope, though half empty I still saw the cup
Now I'm only half full of bullshit and lots of shut up
Tonight to my pillow I will anchor my head
If my mind is sinking, my body's going down with it and my bed
Broken pencil pointlessness
the blankest page is what I'm left with.