I lie awake with my fists like rocks of hate One midnight call k**s the night like an earthquake I've heard of animals that mate for life Sad cries of widowed birds falling through the sky I squeeze this book like I want to break its spine I've read this paragraph six or seven times I feel the weight of the air upon my skin Give me some reason for the world we've been dropped in
I hear the loud machine, it won't shut off We learn to live with it, regardless of the cost I guess the best of intentions got a funny way of getting lost Some days I can barely face it Some days I can't hardly wait She sums it up like Rod Sterling I'm all apologies and hate