The End

I’m sorry ____, I’m sorry my friend The devils are real, taking me in I’m sorry ____, the light is your friend And what was real has met an end I’m tired of walks, and talking in my sleep And everything I say has lost it’s grip Sleep apnea mask can cut through the weeds And what was real has met an end Black bag my head, and Dire Straits Tube down the river, close your eyelids Ducking your head, waterfall for weeks And what was real has met an end Clip off my nails, a costume for me And all of my thoughts? Renounce them for peace Except those reasons I’ll die to keep And what was real has met an end