chris orfe - Tired Lyrics

I had a dream
I was young
My hair was tangled in my lungs
My feet were chalk on a board
And the lips around my mouth were somewhat yours

I never dream, dreams are for folks
Who dwell on roses and sleep in turns
I had a wonder
Oh, what if the seas
That fill my cups, turned their backs on their ships

And I'm tired, not tired enough
Like a portrait on the wall gaining dust
Only seeing some faces sometimes
That only spare for it a glance of their time

I had a dream there were couples and toasts (Oh hell no)
That hid in gardens, playing with notes (Oh dear god!)
The glass was shattered and they all turned to me
But feeling visible is not feeling free (I'm not feeling free)

And the axe in my hand did the deed (You did it, you did it!)
And the parents would take away their kids (Yes, take away your kids)
So they won't see their pitchforks in hand
Won't see the thorns and the blood
That they'll be taking out of me

And I'm tired, not tired enough
Like a mirror looking out for the flaws
In that face of yours you put to court
To be judged by a failure
By an unwritten law

Could you, maybe, look through all that
To my beating glass of a heart
Could you, maybe, take it into your hands
But dropping it means death and I'm not ready to leave this hell
Behind

And I'm tired but I'm not tired enough
I'm tired but I'm not tired enough
To not keep this shit up
To not keep this shit up
No I'm not tired enough to not keep this shit up

And oh, I'm tired but I'm not tired enough
Oh, I'm tired but I'm not tired enough
To not keep this shit up
To not keep this shit up
No I'm not tired enough to not keep this shit up
For you