I regret sleeping on that couch.
I was never very good at sleeping alone, and sleeping on that couch only made it worse.
Maybe that's why I clutch my pillow at night like my life depends on it.

A pounding headache is all I'm left with while my battered soul still remains there on that couch.
But it's time that I take it back.
It's time that I make a trade.
An eye for an eye, they always say.

So its time that I step out of my perfect fantasy and face reality, because I've become a ****** human being from searching for perfection and love.
We all know we can't obtain it.
I created my own hell, building blocks made out of self loathing, self pity, anger, the list goes on and on.
But every hell must freeze over.

That couch I slept on?
It's in my own mind, residing in the hell I created, smack in the middle of the thousands of hands that grab and choke and claw.
It's right in the middle of my inner demons.

I may still be sad in the morning, if I wake up...
But I'll sleep better knowing that I accepted the past.
Even if I still regret sleeping on that couch.

So,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I know that my soul is mine to keep.
But if I should die before I wake,
I know that all of my struggles were not a mistake.

I know something's changed
because when I look into my eyes
They're finally clear

i want to escape
want to run away some where far
some where far
far from people
far from noises
far from needs
far from expectations
far from everyone
far from everything
somewhere far
i want to run
to find my lost
PEACE

just on down from the edge of the horizon
on the cusp of a seam between midnight
and tomorrow a tied wire deliminates
white from black and wrong from right
left from left out dark from the other side of the moon
purple haze
from M&M;
from good & plenty
barbie dolls and Chevrolets from
GI Joes on ecstasy armed with grenades
exploded from ***** hands.