He was waiting for me on the carpet tonight

He was tired, felt heavy, drawn to the ground

Tired and heavy, drawn to the ground 

Can you hear them? They’re talking to me

They tell riddles and stories, ‘bout turtles in the sea

They hide in the closets, behind paintings, under seats

They keep mocking me, I looked but couldn’t see 

Can you hear them? They’re talking to me

They tell riddles and stories ‘bout how things used to be

When they lived in the forest, no men, no machines

When all was quiet, well silence gave ease 

Can you hear them, they’re screaming to me

Their voices are too loud, they won’t let me be

But, I can’t change them, I can’t set them free

I don’t have the power

He got down on his knees and said:

Please, if you hear me, go away,

I need to get some sleep, you’re keeping me on for days 

He’s still waiting on the carpet for me

I won’t come, I set myself free

I tried for months, couldn’t get through

He just shut me out

Still I cling like glue 
Things are getting better

Back to being me

I became a pilot and flew this crap into the sea