I feel like I should be tired,
But I feel like I should be dead.
And I feel like I should lock the doors of the prison in my head.
I have this twisted thought
On the tip of my tongue,
On the back of my breath
That when I'm waiting for sleep At night,
what I'm waiting for is death.
But it's pretty much the same, right?
Because no matter what you're Waiting for, it will always end that way, right?
While you're waiting for coffee,
You're waiting for death.
While you're waiting for the moon, you're waiting for death.
While you're waiting for the nightmares to leave you're still just waiting...
Waiting for death.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
I feel like I should be tired,
But I feel like I should be dead.
And I feel like I should lock the doors of the prison in my head.
I have this twisted thought
On the tip of my tongue,
On the back of my breath
That when I'm waiting for sleep At night,
what I'm waiting for is death.
But it's pretty much the same, right?
Because no matter what you're Waiting for, it will always end that way, right?
While you're waiting for coffee,
You're waiting for death.
While you're waiting for the moon, you're waiting for death.
While you're waiting for the nightmares to leave you're still just waiting...
Waiting for death.
