I'm always tired
I'm always at least half asleep
Blemish and state how I don't feel great now
I don't hang out in her hair
I don't wonder if she cares
I lay awake now, I entertain my plans
To one day miraculously be talkative and likable
To wake up as someone else, someone I know is inside of me
Just waiting to be put to use by something much more sharp than us
They pry out every f**ing piece and still they're coming around again