When The Morning Light Wakes Me

if the phone rings and it's for me, tell 'em i'm in bed.
the day, the dawn and two pillows went straight to my head.
i'm half alive in my room at night.
i'm half dead when the morning light wakes me.
and makes me the memory.

things change.
it's the feeling i get when i'm in my car.
i see people like me driving alone down the same roads.
when i go back home.
things change.
my stomach will hurt, my eyes will burn;
i just have to live with what i have.

hands. break my hands, if i reach again. hands. break my hands, if i reach again.