I hate to sleep, I hate the moment I close my eyes and I fall into nothing, I carry a dream
I carry a heavy love in a dream, I don't socialize the meaning, but what I'm saying is
I spend my day daydreaming
Dreaming of the lonesome nights that stay screaming
A name I don't recognize anymore, in the home of applewood floor
With lips red like wine like we used to drink
Well I used to drink
We used to make out by the sink
Who the hell was I to think
We were gonna make it alive, and breathing
Your eyes to the ceiling
Nails to the curvature of
Your universe
Right before we fell off cold hard ground
Recognize the sound of the echoes of pain
As we drown into nothingness
And somehow we made a stain
And we no longer rhymed
Yeah we no longer rhymed