STATION

My music only sounds good When I get enough sleep Maybe that's why my music Hasn't been sounding good for weeks Or it's all of the stress Eating away at my brain Taking all my abilities Till I'm nothing but a corporate slave I'm just trying to see A light on the other side of the screen But it's unclear to me If maybe it's just a fantasy There's plenty times in my life Where I just wanted to pick up the knife And end it all In the blink of an eye But still I went on and tried To do all the things That made sense in my mind And now it feels like things are going alright Haven't had to deal with the strife In quite a bit of time Well that's a lie But that's truly what I want for my life Everyday my skin crawls at the thought Of leaving this in world in vain Too many ideas trapped up in my brain To not go and spill em out on a page Or put em on a silver screen For years I haven't remembered my dreams But I'm thinking that's because I'm living everything I truly want to be Everything I dreamed Soon became reality Still I'm so tired of all of the Missed calls and missed texts Feeling like time going faster Every time I take a step Feeling like the world could end If I just went to sleep But still I carry on Even if the doubt kills me I can't be beat Cause even when I was a kid I had a different tempo in my feet So I'll let it guide me Till it makes me feel complete