I feel it in my chest when I wake up in the morning
Cccompanied without warning with my consciousness
Cnd when I lay to rest, I could stay that way forever
My lungs to fill together in unconsciousness
I see it in my hands, in my lips, and in my shoulders
My, how they look older than they did last week
I'm simpler than I planned in my mind, which tends to wander
Which I myself have squandered from sheer lack of sleep