Sleep and quiet eludes me
It shakes and shimmies our of my grasp
20 in 4
20 in 4
I am sore
hours and days run, there is dark but not total
The weight on my face pulls me down
I fall head head first in my chair, my neck can't support my bare empty head, full of half made walking dreams, I reach out for a translucent hand
20 in 4
20 in 4
There is no giddiness in this, only floating in semi nothing, work stumbles out of my mouth hours after my shift, I just need to drift
20 in 4
20 in 4
I will settle for lucid, these dreams where I'm chased by shadows of the day are giving me whiplash
20 in 4
20 in 4

The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth
We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete
The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet

Dying for some life, i have the audacity to walk into a prison and complain to the bars
I'm not sure why I chose this anymore, but then I could never plan ahead of the next storm
I'm dying for a drink and despite the water risen I was taught to not to take when I can not give so thirst strikes another blow, the pain it hits me, it lays me low but I will not take that bite

I've traded all my tomorrow's, the devil can dance to the rhythm of my symphony of my future
I didn't buy any yesterday's I bought a moment of sound
I bought the cold from the speaker, that hits in my neck and races down my arm.

starving on the fringes gorged and gored of that vibrating center  
Look at me but not that long, let me be a cog of the conversation, I can't start the wheels turning and god please don't turn me into rust, grinding words to a scream, a screeching halt

The stars have left your body and your skin has grown cold
It's 3pm and I don't know your face
The moon let me know you, she let your smile unfold
He burns away my memories, your kisses are just empty space
They made me feel something or nothing, maybe happy maybe drowsy
Maybe it was your "save me" eyes maybe it was our pace

Straving on the fringes gorged and gored of that vibrating center  
Look at me but not that long, let me be a cog of the conversation, I can't start the wheels turning and god please don't turn me into rust, grinding words to a scream screeching halt