Lullabye

I’m so tired
and there’s nothing left to say
Just a thin new quiet
and another worthless day
My head’s on fire
and the foundation’s giving way
Need to find me a buyer
so I can sell myself away.

Goodbye cruel world—
I’ve found a better place to die;
It’s got scar tissue for pavement
and signed confessions in the sky.
They cut a little deeper
every time you get too high,
and the priests and doctors scare you
but you don’t know exactly why.

I’m so damn tired,
and there’s nothing left to lose
Just a bright, new scar
and another pointless clue
My head’s dead wired
I just have to follow through
Still can’t find me a buyer
can I sell myself to you?

Goodnight, my love—
may the angels hold you tight;
let their whispers drown the damage
blasts that wake you in the night.
I’ll be crouching in your field of dreams
but I will be all right
if I can make my way to morning
keep the Saving Day in sight.

So, so tired
as I lay me down to sleep;
I pray the Lord my silence
will be someday mine to keep.
I pray the end will surely come,
that it will grant me peace,
as swiftly as the coming storm
as silent as the trees.

Goodnight, my love
Goodnight, my love…