I`m falling asleep here in my bed.
I close my eyes and just see red or is it green or is it blue?
I don`t know should I just `fess up
and try to block out the light that`s running through my head?
I`ll be drinking `til it`s dawn
and I`ll be thinking all night long
about the things I should have said to myself
that warm summer Tuesday morning.
There`s still indecision in my eyes.
Yes, even after over one hundred tries I`m becoming too lethargic
just to wonder what I should be thinking anymore.
I`ll just pass out here on this cold wooden floor.