Sleep doesn't exist in a life like mine Sleep when your dead, who gives a fuck about time Take a hit, slow it down, living life out of line Ask me how I feel, I'll say I'm doing just fine But what the

I can breathe in the poison and Baton down the hatches I can spark up the butane or strike all the matches I can go through all the highs and lows like hills Or swallow all the capsules and drink all the

I remember it all so clearly All the things we had I'll hold so dearly From all the dawns to all the sleepless daybreaks To all the passionate falls and hopeless heartaches I'll cherish all our memories

If I cannot express these passions then what am I but a slave to those that hurt me and tear my emotions limb from mutilated limb Love is not something you dedicate to a significant heartache, nor is it