oh no

Up at 3 am once again cause i don't wanna fall asleep

Cause if i do i might not wake up

Nightmares in my mind to pass the time

But time means nothing to me

If i do i might not like what i become

Sitting near a lake on a friday as i try to write this song

Even water has its ripples

My bike leans on a tree, imperfectly

When i sat down to breathe

Even tree bark has brittle skin