it's 6 o'clock in the morning

And the suns just now coming up

Peeking above the horizon

Like honey spilling from an empty cup

It's 6 o'clock in the morning

And I've just shut off the light

I spend my days sleeping in

And wide awake during the night

Call me a night owl but I wish I could see past the dark

Turn a full 180 without breaking my neck

Life's never been this hard

Yet all in the same it comes easy

As natural as simple as breathing

As sweet and as calming as dreaming

Lost in the space, in the stars

Between the fragile state of being

And being nothing at all

It's 6 o'clock in the morning

And I'm staring at the cracks in my ceiling

Read in between the lines and the shapes

Trying to make sense, to find meaning

It's 6 o'clock in the morning

And the existential crisis hits

Not the first ever, no

Just the first of the night and the last on my mind before I close my eyes and drift

Dreaming has never come easier

Used to be I couldn't even if I tried

But sometimes the more that I want it

The more lies I find myself hiding behind

Day dreaming's what used to come naturally

Yet now I find it comes sparse

In between the moments where I'm lost in my head

Between the lines again I find myself lost

And losing yourself's a funny feeling

Like a phantom limb, you're cut off

Cordless, boundless, floating through space using borrowed air borrowed time

When the clock runs out and you're SOL

that's it, that's the end of the line.