sleepless in sweden

sleepless in sweden

Sleepless in Sweden

It's twelve O' clock and this bed feels empty enough,
I love our relation but hate that I'm making it up.
That's when my brain start faking up that crazy stuff,
and I either get stuck or find salvation in a coffee mug.
One O' clock and this shit is getting on my nerves,
I doubt myself and tell myself that it's what I deserve.
Feels like I'm empty now, every word dispersed,
feels like I could get you to love me if I earn it first.
It ain't fun no more, it's two O ' clock, I'm tired now,
and in my head you've already tried out the bridal gown.
I want you to sit beside me on this merry-go-round,
until our friends are joining hands on the burial ground.
Three O' clock and counting backwards to accept defeat,
all is dark though I'm at the feet of a TV screen.
Maybe I could rest at ease with you next to me,
I'd sort it out later if only I could get to sleep.
Around four O' clock I'm angry and question my life,
the voice inside, tonight, has already bested me twice.
Some cyanide would be dynamite, blessed in disguise,
there's a fine line between alive and fetching my knife.
As I descend into the silence of five O' clock,
I paint my feelings with words, can't seem to write them off.
Tried to abandon the crooked path I was guided on,
despite the wars, to meet my end in a lightning storm.
At six O' clock I miss you so that it physically hurt,
confused thoughts manifest in a cryptical verse.
If I'm to figure out mankind I must mimic it first,
don't really belong here I'm just visiting earth.
As I wither the clock is getting closer to seven,
even with her I'd still heed for neurotica heaven.
But you are dreaming somewhere else and I mended the fences,
drifting in and out of consciousness and the heavenly entrance.