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