Spiders weave webs; holes in your mind;

You down your pills; you're running on time;

Are you deep in sleep or just online?

You've got nothing else to say...otherwise.

Deep black pits; fresh like coffee;

Ushering my demons in caffeine fits;

Less of a job, but more of a task;

My closet's overflowing...

I'd rather be growing, instead of immaturing,

I'd rather be humble, instead of outrageous.

But that's just what I want. For this life.

Ten speed bikes that speed through time,

I've got alcoholic sitters that know how to rhyme,

And that's all I want. For this life.

Cold, dark home; dust on the window pane,

I told you and swore, it'd never be the same again...

When you sleep alone.

I've got thoughts that haunt me, into my sleep again,

I'm terrified of waking; to find myself lose control;

White noise nightmares *static*

I step into my new life and look at my watch,

Reality check, it's up upon the shelf...

I glance in the mirror, to look at my true self,

Ego loss, now I'm back at the start;

I don't want to go to war; I don't even want to start...

I'd rather be going, instead of just coming,

I'd rather be cautious, instead of out-going,

But that's what I've got. For this life.

Spiders weave webs over holes in your mind;

You down your pills, 'cause you're running on time;

Are you deep in sleep or just online?

You've got nothing else to say...

Nothing else to say...

You've got nothing left to say...

Nothing...