Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards
Sleep
When I wake up, I close my eyes...
I try to remember my dreams from the night
I cling to the sheets, and try to shut my eyes and get out of this life
The angels scream from the backlit trees, yeah I hear them cry...
Let him sleep, let him sleep
And it follows, this feeling of regret
Not for what I have done, but for everything that I haven't yet
If I make my bed, then I'll lie in it...
But I can't sleep, all I sow I reap, and I'm not makin shit
The ink is bleeding out, and all I write, I tear it up to bits
The last cry of a far cry sideshow, and no one wants to listen to it...
And I don't know where I'm going but rest assured, I'm going there slow
And I'm betting on anywhere but here
Poised for the poison, I'm running out of choices; In reflection, now I question what choice I had at all
Fall to my knees, on the cemetery leaves, and I cry how I never said, my love, goodbye
Fat, sick and yellow, the final words I bellow in the night: please god
Let me sleep, let me sleep