when slumber gives me a ring,
i pretend that i've already fallen asleep
so i don't have to answer its call.
i'm having an affair with my craft,
it produces more than slumber ever could
and the passion felt with my craft has heightened.
i can't admit to you, slumber, what's been
taking place but trust me, i don't have time to waste
with you, any longer - the days are fast and nights are easy.
as for right now, you have nothing to offer me.
and no, i'm not saying that you're the problem, really,
it's me.
