Sleep
It's not the way that you would listen
Or the way you comb your hair
It's the fact that you are missing
How I feel when you're not there
I went through all the months of January
Locked up in this cell
I'd like to be at home, but on my own
I didn't do too well
Look at me, I always get the blame
But I can't even learn to spell my name
I like to read, I like to write
But where I live I learn to fight
So don't you ever say that we're the same
I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice
It's not a statement that I'm making, but the plain and
Or the way you comb your hair
It's the fact that you are missing
How I feel when you're not there
I went through all the months of January
Locked up in this cell
I'd like to be at home, but on my own
I didn't do too well
Look at me, I always get the blame
But I can't even learn to spell my name
I like to read, I like to write
But where I live I learn to fight
So don't you ever say that we're the same
I don't need a doctor telling me I'm full of juice
It's not a statement that I'm making, but the plain and
Come On
I'm still waiting. I'm still waiting. I'm still waiting. I'm still waiting.
Like in the desert sun,
I feel the heat run down, and around my body.
The warm water feels so right.
And in the broad daylight, it serves to nullify me.
Making my heart expand,
Off into foreign lands,
Where ancient ships could take me,
And then the waves come down over me.
Down over me, down over me.
Deep in a heavy fog,
Out from under a log, I creep just like an insect.
Down in the mud I stay,
Lying there five whole days,
Where no one will come find me.
And crawling down to the shore,
I can be so much more than bugs under the soil.
And then the waves come down over me.
Down over me, down over me, down over me.