And the water will run dry
Toss and turn in the bed all night
Waking up to the rain outside
We take form in the early light
In my feels before sunrise
Information all the time
Overwhelming by design, oh
Now I'm sitting here in the bed upright
You sleep in, how can I rely on you?
Through a prism in my head
You consume, I'm the curator
Where's your stamina in pain?
Where's my shit? I'm 'bout to break up
Love you, but I can't today
You kiss me, I'll turn away, I'll, I'll
And I'm trying not to lose my sight
When to walk and when to fight
