Sleep Machine

Swallowed it all and feeling fine

Give it a little bit more time

Closing in on silent mind

Wait for the perfect sign

Talking end of the couch again

Break apart at the slightest thing

How can it matter where I've been

Doctor I'm sinking in

Now you know everything, you come by word or wing

Turn on again

And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine

Turn on again

Static humming in either ear

Voices that won't come clear

Remember how I got down here

Lights that burn, words that sear

I wait beneath the house for days

I try my hardest not to stay

Now you know everything, you come by word or wing

Turn on again

And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine

Turn on again

Tongue to use for counting teeth

Silences, however brief

What should bar me from relief

Something moving underneath

Oh doctor doctor please I cannot see

So what's it take to fix someone like me

Oh yes I'll stay, oh god, don't mind a thing

May it burn or char or drain or sting