Sweaty Headaches

Sweaty headaches are tired and overdone T-shirts stickin to you like glue Sun beatin down on your brain like a snare drum Slowly melting me in to you Nights have become something dreamed of in daylight Times when the world is quiet and true Breezes carry thoughts out like a train line Endlessly Commuting their way to you Got a notion of the code of conduct Many days have gone by since she had one Got a notion of the lows and the highs In this ocean she probably wont survive No Now you got all of that out of the way Things have seemed to be painted in mostly grey Even the way that she goes bout her days Lacks some sort of sign of existing Long gestating it was raised in her mind As a way to cope with bein alive Given her silence So pretty at night Watch the tides roll in Dark blues and blacks and sprinkled whites All over your time here What are you doin with your time here What can I help ya find dear Could it be hidden away In the idle array in your brain Of the many thoughts you've made Whats a moment you were so sure you were alive Not some program checking time from time to time Gotta make sure you got some stashed away Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out Any day now Any day now Any day now Any day Whats a moment you were so sure you were alive Not some program checking time from time to time Gotta make sure you've still got some stashed away Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out Any day now Any day now Any day now Any day