The streets you step on look awfully different When they become your bed The people you passed by covered in blankets look awfully different When you're one of them Especially when you're not comfortable enough to sleep Had problems with sleep deprivation before This is a heightened level The laughs coming from faces feel different When they're aimed in your direction Like audible daggers in your ear canal Pal Already knew people weren't friendly Just ***** when you're down and out Searching for a way out So far it's close but out of sight Like I'm under a spell where I've permanently lost my spectacles Can't wait until I'm no longer down