I wait here for months and yearn For sleep and peace of mind but none I'm bound to strains I cannot see The tides don't rush to shore, I'm lost Come sleep, cover me with dust and insecurity And burn whatever trust she had In me Take my broken hand, I can't feel a thing I need your help to untie, to unfold And with you I grow And with you I grow Burn my flesh, I need the stench To feel the wrongs I do, do to you And with you I grow And with you I grow I wait here for months and yearn For sleep and peace of mind but none.