At the cold dead of night.
I know my head isn't screwed right.
Early hours of the morning,
bring on the insanity.
I am now floating, high flying with clouds.
Don't know who I am, what is,
and what isn't anymore.
Keep wondering what the odds mean.
Keep asking how does this work.
But my tingly body parts reveal what this means.
Lost inside my head, I am.
My soul floater to some unknown land.
But I just to keep telling myself,
Remember to breath.
