There are days I'd rather not wake and face the world at all Because the weights so crushing, and I can never sleep too long. But then I think of times we've had, get out of bed. There are ways to pace the day, and plugs to keep my ears from blowing From all the trash I hear about our petty lives and where we're going. Where we're going is not so bad. So how did I get so empty? To think that there were times when we spoke our minds for hours, dodging sleep. How did I get so empty? I remember the day. You had something to say but you couldn't find the words. Nor could I.