It's a center dream
Loose faces
Pasting the ones I want
I'm haunting myself
Not allowing  sleep to grab me  

A false beginning, ending with a middle. A nightmare now, transformed. I shake myself and try to suffocate myself. I remember I can't hate myself.

The pain leads me back to my grave
I've gotten used to a bed of roses
Should of known this.

But what  do I know?
Oh yeah how to pray
And how to eat
And how to love.

Can't stop asking
Whether this can be or not.
And when I do ask
I get happy and angry
Sad and lonely
Drunk and stupid