Sleep all day if you let me

A practical method of vetting

It's 7 p.m. on a Friday, and I'm still in bed

Where my thought patterns flock to the knots in my head

So I leave them all in the dust

But they grieve like something's unjust

I collect them in the vacuum when they should stay on the floor

If the ceiling starts to cave, I guess I'll climb a little more

And the ladder held his weight upon arrival to the shore

But the waves began to crash and take his body to the floor

I suggest you call the captain, wasn't she just here before?

They say the ocean's fucking vast, I pray there's decency in yours

So when the Sun begins to set and there is no one here in sight

Will the sirens sing, pretending that they'll bring this boy to light?

Will my conscience start descending?

Faintly whispering to fight

I wake up from this dream

And I couldn't get back to you

Quick enough, quick enough

Quick enough, quick enough, oh

Quick enough, quick enough

Quick enough, quick enough (Oh)