simple souvenir

I awoke
only to find my lungs empty

through the night, so it seems i'm not breathing
and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be

and i'm breaking down
i think i'm breaking down

i'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me
such as living with the uncertainty
that i'll never find the words to say which would completely explain
just how i'm breaking down

someone come, someone come and save my life
maybe i'll sleep when i am dead but now it's like the night is taking sides
all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
could it be, this misery, will suffice?

i've become a simple souvenir of someone's kill
and like the sea, i'm constantly changing from calm to hell
madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole
oh, how i'm breaking down

someone come, someone come and save my life
maybe i'll sleep when i am dead but now it's like the night is taking sides
with the all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
could it be, this misery, will suffice?

[Sleeping Sickness, City and Colour]