My arms are open wide, but I can’t even decide what I wanna do.
I can’t tell which way my thoughts are traveling.
I can’t feel my head and it’s unraveling.
Sometimes I don’t longer know what it means to care about the things you wanna do.
Everybody’s living or they’re dead.
I’m still in my bed, and I don’t have a clue.
I won’t lie and tell you it’s alright.
Sleep Apnea – Beach Fossil