bring me back. bring me back sleep.

morning, how you pound the roof. daytime how you spend your minutes waiting. phone calls like you have secrets. Oh god, this giant chair is straining every muscle i own. oh how the sun is coming back to me. so i bite my lip and press on. just keep my head down, forget the fog and study my breathing. yeah yeah that machine is back in my hand. yeah yeah that machine has it's back to me. i love it. i love this death machine.