Hold on, I'm still running on empty and I'm failing to see a reason not to, I'm counting sheep but there's just so fucking many, following so blindly. At this rate I'll never fall asleep, another victim of the knowledge that we're where we are, and I'm standing my ground but I can feel a fucking earthquake coming, my legs start shaking. I can feel my knees give out, are we all results of our choices? Perpetually indifferent. I can see this even out, and I know I'll make my own choices. Stranded, seems that I'm the only one who can see the green light, stationary in my reluctance to believe a lie, but the cars keep driving by and they're moving faster, the headlights flicker. Cuz in the end it's no one knows or "Yeah, good luck," or no one cares. We smother sparks with "I'd rather not think about that," or "That's just the way things are."