What can we scrape together   With just the flesh as evidence   Handfuls of hate and the bittersweet ambivalence   'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself   Who will find me under this mean sleep     How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain   How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change   I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life     You could burn a thousand days   And I would need no other light   You could die a thousand ways   And I'd still love you back to life   But my needs rising angry and loneliness like quicksand   Who will find me under still mean sleep     How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain   How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change   I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life     I am lost to the longing   I am moulded by my memory   Had shut down half my mind   Just to still the space you left behind   'Cause I am pushing cobwebs and I'm folding into myself   Who will find me under this mean sleep     How could the clouse tease us into thinking it might rain   How could the need deceive us into thinking things might change   I had a mean sleep over you and it hurts coming back to life