"It's been a rough few months, and I'm so exhausted I can barely keep my head up I've been spilling onto floors, like clumsy bottles from sweaty palms as useless as my own
So I stay in bed crying I'd rather cry to lifeless heirlooms than assume somebody cares But I'm getting tired in hopes that sleep could hit me sooner than a pillow to this dying breath And I'm cold And I'm getting so cold"