It's been a while I've been sleeping
About 2 weeks, if we are trying to be exact
But there's an ever-present feeling
That it takes more than melatonin to clean up a month of holding back
And I'm telling you I'm trying to quit
But you know me better than I know myself, so you know that's a load of shit
And it hurts me just a little bit
When you say "I don't know if you can do it," but fuck it, I'll get over it
Clouds in my vision, I can barely see
There's a rift between myself and me
I call it "all work and no play"
But I've been bed to bed for 14 straight days
And though I say it's in good taste
I think it's time to turn the page
It's been a while I've woken up alone
And all that time I've thought that's just what's meant to be
An empty bed and no one calls my phone
Separated from all the pleasant faces I can see
And in the haze I can remember you
But it's a distant recollection of perfection, of when "us" was all I knew
And when it was, I hope you felt it too
But it's time to move on, time to let go, time to start something new
Clouds in my vision, I can barely see
There's been a rift between myself and me
I'm trying to dislodge
But your face is shining through the camouflage
What went around is coming back
In subterfuge and blind self-sabotage