Mr. Nobody...
Awake for the morning sun comes!
Reality feels like a flood.
Pillows to pills and blankets to blood.
Night visions turn to day mares and careless love.
You like life best when it's left undone.
You real bed is death when God says it's done.

He'd hate to think it hurt you.
He'd hate to think it didn't.
You hate to think this is life you would love to think it isn't.