Chair One - Highland Park Sleep Collective

I know the warning signs I know the warning signs I have ignored them in others I could have helped, but never made an effort They could have lived and never made an attempt I am the lingering promise that swears that I'll end your pain I am the dark deep sleep you long for I crawl through tunnels that I've carved out carefully in your head I'm the envious longing and lust for death Move along The critics at your funeral: "how selfish can you be" Pay respect Though some'll pity you they're mumbling "thank god it wasn't me" While we daydream of sleeping, the sleeping will always give way And we're waking up just to find out that nothing has changed Oh it all stays the fucking same I know the warning signs I know the warning signs I know the warning signs I know the warning Tired but do I have a breath worth catching Try to find a silver line Line up all the pros and cons to living Tally up the reasons not to cash in and die Call it what it fucking is Cry for help Do you need the attention Chalk it up to cowardice Recreant I know how you can get it Maybe they're right Maybe they suffer as much as us All because of us Get the chair Can some burdens take care of themselves? Does it help? Kick it out Say a prayer Spit Gone All is lost We end on our terms or end up back Gone All is lost Can't end the cycle Just cut it in half