Am I asleep or am I awake, and what lies under lies,
Raindrops on the windows, outside the thunder cries,
What winter sells, the next year, the summer buys,
Do I hang my head, it seems like it’s the gallows I fight,
My day dreams and nightmares, are shadows of light,
Drowned in the deep end, but the shallows in sight,
I’ll always stay cold hearted, ‘til the winter months ends,
Then I awake, and its like when a splinter wants friends,
With bags under my eyes, I’ll stay an obscene bachelor,
Am I asleep or am I awake, now I need a dream catcher,
Every time I leave the house, I stare in conceited mirrors,
Wearing clothes I hate, just so I don’t get greeted jeers,
New friends come in and out of my life, repeated peers,
But where ever I go, it seems all I ever meet is cheers,
Underneath that white wife beater, my heart’s dead beats
I lay awake, deep in thought, on my dark bed sheets,
The rest of you suffer, here I sit with mescaline,
Dreams every night, but the less of them,
The better, I slow dance with nightmares,
Sleeping with heart ache, I romance and fight tears,
While all of you are asleep, my eyes are lost in thesaurus,
My rivals fight in versus, their eyes crossed in the chorus,
I’ve seen a mountain of heroin; I lie in fields of the cocaine,
Speeding in the fast lane, avoiding shields in the slow lane,
I see dandelions flying in the wind, so I freeze in my tracks,
The concrete are fields, and each breathes in the cracks,
Every day, I dig my grave in my bed, where I rest my head,
Slipping in and out of consciousness, where I test the dead,
The less that’s said, I day dream and fall into arms of trust,
A woman chases me, with a bracelet full of charms of rust,
My karma fussed, knowing I always deserve the best bed,
Follow your dreams, and listen to your heart, her chest said,
She wrote a letter, and at the end with her lipstick smeared,
I read it under candlelight, the candle dripped wick teared,
From now until the end of time, I won’t get a wink of sleep,
I know I can’t relax, no matter how much I think of sheep,
The rest of you suffer, here I sit with mescaline,
Dreams every night, but the less of them,
The better, I slow dance with nightmares,
Sleeping with heart ache, I romance and fight tears,
Who knows when I’ll rest again, I’m stricken with this mescaline,
Am I wide awake, and where are those blue pills, I tried to take,
With goose bumps, feeling like the roughest of match boxes,
So I know when to awake, on alarm clocks, I attach watches,
When I finally awake, will I see stars, or just blue blurry skies,
With a smile across my face, or adopt some new worried cries,
My now paled skin feels like it has touched the south pole,
Prayers are forgotten once again, they’re such a mouthful,
But first the addiction, then finally comes the denial after,
And I will awake from this mescaline, with a child’s laughter,
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