I can't sit down and wait around
for things to change, but I can't expect things to stay the same.
I burn my lungs and stare at the sky.
I fall apart at my own pace.
I've got a plan and I'll do just fine,
so let me go and get off of my case.
When my eyes are red,
I'm lost in my head.
Figuring things out, or maybe just escaping.
Noises drowning all around me.
Seeing sounds and hearing what I can't see.
Falling away from reality.
Laughing at myself for the thoughts that I think.
Shadows dancing all around me,
from the walls to the carpet to the ceiling.
Feeling my lungs burn and my eyes grow heavy.
I think I'll just sleep.