What can we scrape together
With just the flesh as evidence
Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence
'cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
You could burn a thousand days
And I would need no other light
You could die a thousand ways
And I'd still love you back to life
But my needs rising angry and loneliness like quicksand
Who will find me under still mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life
I am lost to the longing
I am moulded by my memory
Had shut down half my mind
Just to still the space you left behind
'cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself
Who will find me under this mean sleep
How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain
How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change
I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life