I’m on a train, but there’s no one at the helm, and there’s a demon in my brain who starts to overwhelm whelm whelm whelm whelm. And there it goes, my last chance for peace. You lay me down, but I get no release, and I say I, I try to keep awake. I try to swim beneath, I try to keep awake, but I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide… into another nightmare. And...
I’d give you the words, but no words come to mind.
Sunday afternoon, windows open, Third Eye Blind. Stress is ahead, but when the weather is this perfect, I’m just happy to be alive.