Sweaty Headaches

Sweaty headaches are tired and overdone
T-shirts stickin to you like glue
Sun beatin down on your brain like a snare drum
Slowly melting me in to you

Nights have become something dreamed of in daylight
Times when the world is quiet and true
Breezes carry thoughts out like a train line
Endlessly Commuting their way to you

Got a notion of the code of conduct
Many days have gone by since she had one
Got a notion of the lows and the highs
In this ocean she probably wont survive
No

Now you got all of that out of the way
Things have seemed to be painted in mostly grey
Even the way that she goes bout her days
Lacks some sort of sign of existing

Long gestating it was raised in her mind
As a way to cope with bein alive
Given her silence
So pretty at night

Watch the tides roll in
Dark blues and blacks and sprinkled whites

All over your time here
What are you doin with your time here
What can I help ya find dear

Could it be hidden away
In the idle array in your brain
Of the many thoughts you've made

Whats a moment you were so sure you were alive
Not some program checking time from time to time
Gotta make sure you got some stashed away
Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out

Any day now
Any day now
Any day now
Any day

Whats a moment you were so sure you were alive
Not some program checking time from time to time
Gotta make sure you've still got some stashed away
Wouldn't wanna be snuffed out

Any day now
Any day now
Any day now
Any day