Why is that I feel at home in tragedy
Is time, dark, and silence the only formula for sleep
Is there something I'm missing, how much deeper do I have to dig
Another sleepless song trailing between my ears
Making me feel things I don't
Or what I myself hide beneath

It's 5 hours and 45 minutes till I'm on the other side of today
What it will hold may hold hapiness or dismay
Out of control of everthing, letting the birds play the songs they want to play
But when winter comes they will move south of hearsay
They won't sing on a day that I feel torn and gray

It's all in my head, it's all in my head
I know that I am okay
But when I'm alone, songs speak to me of dead friends and post days