I cannot remember my dreams when I wake up
This is your life, your sobriety
This is why I sleep in so late
This is why I can't remember
I'm sorry for everything, just like a martyr
We all feel sorry for ourselves, but you know, maybe we should
We'll never want to believe the truth
The definition of truth is a question to me
When so much that we do is twisted
We like to pretend that makes it harder to accept
Most of us are afraid, but I guess there really is no blame
It does help to just forget and get some sleep