I'm falling asleep here in my bed.

I close my eyes and just see red or is it green or is it blue?

I don't know should I just 'fess up

and try to block out the light that's running through my head?



I'll be drinking 'til it's dawn

and I'll be thinking all night long

about the things I should have said to myself

that warm summer Tuesday morning.



There's still indecision in my eyes.

Yes, even after over one hundred tries I'm becoming too lethargic

just to wonder what I should be thinking anymore.

I'll just pass out here on this cold wooden floor.