Sometimes the meds aren't enough,
When I’m trying to fall asleep at night.
And I keep seeing the same thing pass behind my eyes,
Memories and dreams of years past by.

I feel my eyelids start to close,
Before they come round again.
My chest feels heavy,
My head feels light.

A concert, four peach colored walls,
A red flower and a silent pose.
Two cups, both half drunk,
An uncourageous half dead rose.

**** I can’t sleep tonight,
But the meds are kicking quick.
If I close my eyes,
Will it be worth the risk?