making messes just to clear my head
i can’t sleep if i can’t see my bed
cluttered papers, pamphlets i’ve been fed
throw it all under the rug instead

empty bottles next to my bowl of quarters and dimes
made a pathway from the door to my pillow, but where are you?

sleepy-headed as i look around
conscious as my head begins to pound
i can’t sleep if i can’t get around
these piles of clothes all laying on the ground

mismatched socks hanging from the drawer
dusty guitars abandoning their stands
relentless tired hands
got no fucking plans
disaster room

making messes just to clear my head
i can’t sleep if i can’t see my bed