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When I awoke in a pool of sweat, |
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Not a thought crossed my mind that I was reading the wrong signs. |
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This all so meaningless to me, and as endless as it seems, |
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I've been turning the other cheek to the thoughts that left me feeling weak. |
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Every time this happens to me, I find more than good reason in speaking slowly. |
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Yet I refuse to believe that the truth is a life. |
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I'm at fault for the decisions I have made. |
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I'm falling asleep. |
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I swear I've seen this a thousand times before. |
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It's like a metaphor that I can't ignore, anymore. |
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This is the last time I remember crawling on my knees in desperation. |
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I'm falling asleep again. |
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Why can't I wake up? Time to wake up. |
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Pretend everything's fine. |
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Relapse, one more ****ing time. |
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The grass is greener on the other side. |
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All the time spent backbeddling seems useless, |
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Because you never really get back what you've lost. |
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But I've spent my life at the edge of the clouds, |
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Obsessed with the sound, I'll never look down. |
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Why can't I wake up? Time to wake up. |
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Pretend, everything's fine. |
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Relapse. |
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Dear dreamer, did you ever think to cover your tracks? |
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Keep light on the footsteps. |
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Cause if the shoe fits, well the ****ing shoe fits. |
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Come to peace with it and you'll breathe. |
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Sanity, it never Seems to come easily to me. |
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Dear dreamer, it's not my fault your life's a ****ing nightmare. |
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It'll slip right through your hands. |
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Dear dreamer, it's time you rub your eyes and look at your sad reality. |
