| My knees kissed the carpet every night before bed
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| Thanked a ghost for what he gave me, promptly begged him for rest
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| Like now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul don’t leap
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| Up out my chest or heart or head, I pray that I end up dead
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| Cousin pried open my legs, left puddles and pain
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| So I prayed for a sign but all that came was some shame
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| And a secret that I kept behind my eyes wide shut
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| Between these taut lipped teeth in these too tight lungs
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| Taught myself to breathe heavy, bite bullets in time
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| Bought a cage to keep the nightmares and terrors at bay
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| Crafted casket for the crouching crowded hurt in my mind
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| Colored memories when culprits had me dreaming in gray
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| Now I gaze at the sun and think of who I used to pray to
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| The services attended endeavoring to be saved
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| This religion that I clung to got me looking to the page
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| Is it empty or infinity that’s keeping me awake?
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| Hook:
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| Like one two three sheep
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| Four five close yo eyes
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| Six, shit, I can’t sleep
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| So I’m lifting up my window just to talk to the skies
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| Like seven stars won’t you hear my pleas
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| It’s apparent that the kid’s in need
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| I got 89 problems and 10 more coming
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| Why won’t anybody listen to me
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| (See I’ve been) Looking for god in everywhere but my head
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| (and I’ve been) Looking for peace in every place but my heart
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| (And I searched) High and low, near and far
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| But the time and the distance are what made the wounds depart
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| I’ve been fighting like Attila the Hun
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| Think my Achilles is love
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| Ain’t no safety when all that’s left is the smoke of the gun
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| Blood leaking teaches you to fear being exposed
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| And every person represents your next potential blow
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| So I couldn’t let him touch me, couldn’t let her close
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| Couldn’t say I love you when they needed it most
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| I’m sorry for the lessons I learned at your expense
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| And I know it hurts that you can’t see my growth in present tense
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| It’s funny ‘cause you said it would happen
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| You saw the future I could barely imagine
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| Now I dream of us when insomnia’s at bay
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| But rest assured we’re better off this way
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| Hook:
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| Like one two three sheep
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| Four five close yo eyes
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| Six, shit, I can’t sleep
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| So I’m lifting up my window just to talk to the skies
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| Like seven stars won’t you hear my pleas
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| It’s apparent that the kid’s in need
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| I got 89 problems and 10 more coming
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| Why won’t anybody listen to me |