Overdose On Prose

Baby this is getting complicated.
I keep getting in over my head.
I can't keep letting down my guard.
I really should just go to bed.
When I look to the sky I wonder why
I
Can't seem to come up with the words to make this right,
but maybe with a little more time some pills can clear my mind.
Maybe I should have seen the warning signs, instead I left them all behind.
Now its too late for me, I'm fading fast and it looks like this song's my last.

The scene is quiet and I all I see is a blur.
I'm stumbling around trying just to find a place to spend tonight.
I keep running into furniture and breaking lights like promises.
I told you I'd never do this to myself, but tonight I took an old book off the shelf.
The room starts spinning and I look around and wonder why
I
Can't seem to find a place to rest my head for the night,
These halls seem lit by little more than candle light.
This floor will have to do because I can't find the door.
I've tripped on something killer and this rug is where i belong.
Trust me babe if I could take it all back I'd try my best.
But right now all I care about is rest.

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