Sleep Machine

Swallowed it all and feeling fine
Give it a little bit more time
Closing in on silent mind
Wait for the perfect sign

Talking end of the couch again
Break apart at the slightest thing
How can it matter where I've been
Doctor I'm sinking in

Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
Turn on again
And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine
Turn on again

Static humming in either ear
Voices that won't come clear
Remember how I got down here
Lights that burn, words that sear

I wait beneath the house for days
I try my hardest not to stay

Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
Turn on again
And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine
Turn on again

Tongue to use for counting teeth
Silences, however brief
What should bar me from relief
Something moving underneath

Oh doctor doctor please I cannot see
So what's it take to fix someone like me
Oh yes I'll stay, oh god, don't mind a thing
May it burn or char or drain or sting