When I wake up, I close my eyes

I try to remember my dreams from the night

I cling to the sheets, and try to shut my eyes and get out of this life

The angels scream from the backlit trees, yeah, I hear them cry

Let him sleep, let him sleep

And it follows, this feeling of regret

Not for what I have done, but for everything that I haven't yet

If I make my bed, then I'll lie in it

But I can't sleep, all I sow I reap, and I'm not making shit

The ink is bleeding out, and all I write, I tear it up to bits

The last cry of a far cry sideshow, and no one wants to listen to it

And I don't know where I'm going but rest assured, I'm going there slow

And I'm betting on anywhere but here, poised for the poison

I'm running out of choices, in reflection

Now I question what choice I had at all

Fall to my knees, on the cemetery leaves

And I cry how I never said, my love, goodbye

Fat sick, yellow, the final words I bellow in the night

Please, God, let me sleep, let me sleep