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 upand try
to block out the light that's running through my head?I'll
be drinking 'til it's dawnand I'll be thinking all
night longabout the things I should have said to myselfthat
warm summer Tuesday morning.
There's still indecision in my eyes.
Yes, even after over one hundred tries I'm becoming
too lethargicjust to wonder what I should be thinking
anymore.I'll just pass out here on this cold wooden floor.