I am weary My eyes are wandering aimlessly My forethought having long since lost its ability to see Anything beyond the warm bed in front of me
O' my old friend How I long and wish to return to you again To pass the day slowly away Until I am refreshed again and eager to live Outside of this abnormality
Because I miss the normal visions I have And this, whatever you want to call it existence Is a much sleepier, far less enjoyable version of me
For I am weary And yet I want to be Rested without having to waste my time Investing in the folds of sleep
This I know to be selfish of me And yet no matter how hard I try I cannot seem to close my eyes and rest my head At either the foot nor head of my bed
Perhaps, if you'd see me, you could understand That I am not angry, foolish, or sad I'm just a slightly tired man