Cold tile floor in the winter
I'm not ready to face the day
Every moment, every ache, every splinter

Actions add up until they melt away

And I will sleep while clouds go by over head
Get some piece while rockets cut the sky
Sink into bed, let these years crush my bones
Because as cracked as I am, it'll only go to show that

You won't get the best of me
Oh no, you won't get the best of me
Eight full hours of restful sleep
Will exorcise me of all anxiety

For a country that gets an annual
Two hundred fifty thousand feet of rain
No one here knows how to act
When the weather turns grey

Traffic stopped along every single highway
The median is full of roadkill
What a messy, busy place, turning out millions of homeless
Every day.

You're floating away in an artery
Far away from this broken, blistered town
But its heart will beat you back
It'll beat you right back up to me

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