I kick the sheets

Until they rise like mountain ranges at my feet



I'm in the dark

God only knows the torment writ large upon my heart



What wouldn't I?

What wouldn't I give?



It comes to this

I'm only sure of things I know now don't exist



There's no precision

I'm inside-outside-in I want subdivision



And all of this fills my aching head

I hate this space, the luxury hotel bed.

Oh dear, oh me-oh-my

Got to concentrate just to keep from trying

Oh dear, oh me-oh-my

Got to concentrate just to keep from trying

Don't lose it

Things move rapidly

Don't lose it

Try to maintain composure

Don't lose it

The dead are haunting me

Out with it

Let's get it over.



What wouldn't I?

What wouldn't I give?



I'm thoroughly wasted

My mind's hallucinating lucidity



It's over sensitized

And something's moving on the periphery



What wouldn't I?