I came in with my arms flailing thinking this was something worth saving.
Funny now how this is where I have a hard time behaving.
Melatonin doesn’t touch me anymore.
My dreams have left me in a bore.
If you can’t give me love I’ll want more.
Heat lightning is pressing on my eyelids.
Heavy thoughts are pressing on my conscious.
When I wake up maybe I’ll have time for this.