I can’t sleep, not at all

When did we get so old?

I can’t sleep, not at all,

When did we get so old?

I keep feeling down

I can’t see your face when I think of your name

And the pills that numb the pain, draw the blood from my veins

And the rats under your feet, nest their beds in the bones,

Like the anxiety that occupies your body, rent free

And the words don’t come easy, like they did when you were young

Now weight of the world gets lost to the doldrums

I keep feeling down

I can’t see your face when I think of your name

And the pills that numb the pain, draw the blood from my veins