Asleep On The Floor

You've walked down many streets in life
And they're all on the same path
Headed somewhere
Could be nowhere
You're still working on the math
But it's hard to see it adding up
To any dream come true
With that steep incline
All by design
All built by you know who

The wheels were greased from early on
Your direction smooth and clean
Yeah but you prefer
A muddy blur
A shot of chaos plus caffeine
You're so magical, such a radical
Won't take a hand to hold
Bear all the weight
Kick down the gate
You broke out then broke the mold

But you wake up so tired and sore
And where you gonna go?
Still climbing that growing mountain
Made of the stones you throw
At those who have no edge
Who fear the crumbling ledge
Oh they can be such a bore
The drama's in your head
Right next to your king bed
Where you sleep on the floor

Oh it's hard to see it adding up
To any dream come true
With that steep incline
Your goal to shine
Yeah it's crushed by only you

So how long will you ride upon
The self-destructive machine
Will it not occur
That the pot you stir
Comes with a fire unseen

So theatrical, almost fanatical
Running hot and then ice cold
Soak in the rain
Proclaim your pain
Make sure your story gets told

Oh but you're so tired and sore
And where you gonna go?
Still climbing that growing mountain
Made of the stones you throw
At those who will not dare
Who will not poke the bear
Oh they can be such a bore

The martyr's path you tread
Right past your big king bed
Where you sleep on the floor
Yeah where you sleep on the floor
Yeah where you sleep on the floor
Next to your big king bed
Asleep on the floor