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mother is going for her morning job |
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as i am finally slipping into my hidden thoughts |
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my lights come on just as they should go off |
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no one is there when i am ready to talk |
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i'm ready to talk |
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the comforts here are just like the clouds |
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but i must find the comfort in my walls |
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i want to sleep forever and play outside at the same time |
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they say that the sunrise is nice but i gotta sleep off my panic |
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we pick the time of the sun |
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as our common place to look at the world |
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we store this energy in the time of no color |
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they're right and i'm wrong and i got to find the time |
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just maybe there's more to this than just that |
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i know that i'm wrong and i know that i just got to try it |
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cuz my lights come on just as they should go off |
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and no one is there when i am ready talk |
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i'm ready to talk |
