i've got a sleep deprived anxiety
and it's itching beneath my skin
these liquid liaisons aren't cutting it anymore
they keep taking longer and longer to kick in
so i'll just pour and pour
until i awaken on a foreign bathroom floor
there's a trashcan full of shit
that reminds me of you
and there's memories in my head
of things i wish i didn't do
and i'm watching the sun crawl past
the mountains and hide
and i'm keeping myself company
since no one's by my side
and i think i might have taken too much
but i wanted to feel alive again
yeah i think i might have taken too much
but i wanted to see your smile again
and when the men in white arrived
they did their best to make sure i survived
they asked what i had to take
but in delirium i couldn't even stay awake
so off i went soaring down that street
light spinning
the men in white quick to their feet
the only thing i heard
was the muffled tone
belonging to people
that i didn't know
the angels in white
bring me food on plastic trays
they always tell me
i'll get back my memory some day
and i don't really mind
i think it's fine
i just look out my window
at the clouds to pass the time
and i'm wondering why i'm even here
they say i was in
a coma for a year
there's no family or anyone
to visit me
but it's all right
i don't want any sympathy
