the sleeping fan

the motor run

the motor hum

spinning

rotation

the motor run

the motor hum -

the spinning rotation -

finding the rhythms -

the motion

the aspirin -

and i spent everything i had

and i gave everything i could to you

and i left myself with nothing

a burning mess

i'm broken

on the inside

turn the crack-down on me

and i can't sleep alone

it just don't

don't feel right anymore

it's of myself that i've lost track of now

it's inside so turn the crack-down

grind my teeth

say a prayer

breathe as deep as i can

'cos i need air

i can't dissolve control

and where does this fit in with everything?

what's changing?

don't figure the outcome

there's no sure pinpointing

i know that i'm not in defense of admitting defeat

and i can't sleep alone

it just don't

don't feel right anymore

it's of myself that i've lost track of now

it's inside so turn the crack-down

and i feel

there's nowhere to go

and that's the problem

are you friend or foe?