Caffeine Headache (I've Been Sleeping Too Much These Days)

A pressing belief The faith that you have in your words is exhausting I can't relate "Too tired" is all you were worth every morning Wishing the dead could give you advice You're turning in early So you don't have to tell me twice It's all you've got left God it's me again Cashing in on all that sin All that weight that you told me to lift A hard-earned defeat You still seem so close on a summer evening Gritting my teeth You wonder why you can't let go of the feeling Wishing the dead could give you advice You're turning in early So you don't have to tell me twice It's all you've got left God it's me again Cashing in on all that sin All that weight that you told me to lift God it's me again Cashing in on all that sin All that weight that you told me to lift God it's hurting Burying all our heads And I'm breaking like dams in the flood God, it's ending Words have all failed We're dancing like ships off the edge