Pull back the covers from your head. Misfortune swimming around your bed. Can't wash the wool out of your eyes. When nothing changing your surprised. Keep shoving splinters in your heart. Reflections watch them fall apart. Keep pushing pain under your skin. Can't see the guilt your living in. Is there no room at your table? Is there no place left in your home? Sleep can't release it from your mind. Some hurt to carry all the time. Can't hold the future in your hands. Something I'll never understand. Is there no room at your table? And is there no place left in your home? And its not over. Why can't we sleep forever? Drink forever? Fuck forever? Holding onto this lif