I'm sick of breathing in the smoke
Of my mental illness's cigarettes
The smell is on my clothes
I'm freezing, it's not winter yet

But my fingers and toes
Are shivering beneath these sheets
And I feel so alone
I don't want to die, I want to sleep

But no matter how hard I try
I never feel well-rested

I'm weeping in these clothes
The same ones I wore yesterday
But even worse, I know
That I won't have the energy

To change or bathe or slow
My heartbeat down to something normal
Struggling to breathe
I wish that I could just be fine, but

But no matter how hard I try
I never feel well-rested
But no matter how hard I try
I never feel well-rested