my head is an empty sore
and i'm always alone
everything is a fucking chore
i miss my home
i just want to come home

sleep is cruel and sleep is deceitful

it's so full of empty promises

of tomorrows that are better than yesterday

of a fresh breath brought by a new day

sleep traps moments, distorts reality

replacing it with carefully distorted memories

my eyes are dried out

i can't bear to sleep

the window's been open all night

i'm still pushing it

endless cascades of rain cool the air

and all i can think is, how can it be fair

that in a life already too fleeting

we're condemned to spend half of it sleeping