Self expectations at a soaring height I'm in a tunnel but I can't see light Decay Cut my hair just to feel something new Clocks are melting, don't know what to do Each day Life looks like an angel, but a biblical one Joints making noises, getting old isn't fun Time and tide really do wait for none But for now, I'll just try to get some sun Need some rest Need to let in some light, old habits get The best of me Same mistakes When will I wake up, got to mend my ways My ways One more stain on my pillow Drying once again among so many more (so many more) Low ringing in my ears, silence can talk Eyes getting blurred, defocus and distort Need some rest Need to let in some light, old habits get The best of me Same mistakes When will I wake up, got to mend my ways My ways Need some rest Need to let in some light, old habits get The best of me Same mistakes When will I wake up, got to mend my ways My ways