Cycles in and out of morphine hazes Finding spaces in between your floorboards And I watch the dust move You'll roll me over, I'll roll my eyes back And I never slept worse than in your bedroom Get up and answer I roll over I roll over and drown All lost in the black market To wait in the fix aisle, I roll over I roll over Time was wasted More time than I have to show tracks I created when I rolled over When I rolled over and drowned All lost in the bedroom Always waiting When you roll over I find the old shirt you loved from 2009 The old skin I've known is paper thin at home (to the bone)