will listen to eventually

we're all so oh so tired, were all so tired of sleep.
we're wide awake. we're too afraid to dream
were trying to remember, everything that we could be.
if only we could remember what made it worth remembering.

if everything we see was how I swore that it should be
then every single word i write and every single song you sing 
couldnt possibly remind you all that much of me
and me of everything that was said, and every word i missed
through the fights and compositon, its seems in this position
its always my decision to keep on fucking living this way
i cant escape it, my mind creates my fate and i am everything i hate
today, but just today because tomorrow i will borrow just a little bit of faith
in myself off of myself, but myself for just today because the guy from yesterday
just dont have it to spare, he's hardly half there, he just keeps quiet and stares
keeping focus forward on the walls, the floor, living half a human, sleep walking dead
syringe in arm and doped up in the head. 
that fucking zombie, terrifying, i aint sure if i was trying to kill my better 
half or live like i was dying.
as for now, i feel i've finally found a little bit of room to breath, 
i only found it once i took a couple steps away from me.
i got honest with myself, but i used to give me hell, all alone. and im still so far from home.
i know this part is true ya see, cause home is where the heart is, and its where the heart will always be
but home is where you hang your hat ya see 
so now i have no choice but to believe, that im always home
never alone as long as im with me
no more sleep walking dead, no more stuck inside my head, no more i wish that i was dead, for sure no more failed attempts at them.
no more i wish i wasnt me, no more i can barely breathe's, no more crawling out my skin it finally fits the bones inside of me.

will listen to eventually

Collin Shepard 1