Whatever makes you tired,
The resting always fails
Cause anywhere you lay yourself
Is a bed of nails
Whatever you exhale, I'm breathing in the air
You offer me a seat in your electric chair
Are you safe to leave behind
Every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in
And everyday you ask yourself
"Why was I born?" Cause every migraine feels like wearing
A crown of thorns
And all the time I find you crawling on all fours
Cause any movement sends you falling through trap doors
No tongue in cheek
Too late it's already days and weeks
Before we can make ends meet
Am I right and you're wrong?
Too late it already takes too long
Too much to be flush with you