Attic Abasement
Try To Sleep
Like every morning can feel so boring
Every other day I'm wide awake
Oh and home is where I lay my head down
And try to sleep
And a home, it can be forgotten
If it needs to be
I lay down a thousand landmines
And apologize ten thousand times
Oh and son don't you make your mother mad with me
Oh and how, how I feel the sadness in everything