Ode To Sleep

• Twenty One Pilots
• Vessel

I wake up fine and dandy

But then by the time I find it handy

To rip my heart apart and start

Planning my crash landing

I go up, up, up, up

Up to the ceiling

Then I feel my soul start leaving

Like an old man’s hair receding

I’m pleading please, oh please

On my knees repeatedly asking

Why it’s got to be like this?

Is this living free?

I don’t want to be the one, be the one

Who has the sun’s blood on my hands, I’ll tell the moon

Take this weapon forged in darkness

Some see a pen, I see a harpoon

I’ll stay awake

‘Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight

Why am I not scared in the morning?

I don’t hear those voices calling

I must’ve kicked them out

I must’ve kicked them out

I swear I heard demons yelling

Those crazy words they were spelling

They told me I was gone

They told me I was gone

But I’ll tell them

Why won’t you let me go?

Do I threaten all your plans?

I’m insignificant

Please tell them

You have no plans for me

I will set my soul on fire

What have I become?

I’ll tell them

On the eve of a day

That’s forgotten and fake

As the trees, they await

And clouds anticipate

The start of a day

When we put on our face

A mask that portrays

That we don’t need grace

On the eve of a day

That is bigger than us

But we open our eyes

‘Cause we’re told that we must

And the trees wave their arms

And the clouds try to plead

Desperately yelling

There’s something we need

I’m not free

I asked forgiveness three times

Same amount that I denied

I three-time mvp’ed this crime

I’m afraid to tell you who I adore

Won’t tell you what I’m sing towards

Metaphorically, I’m a whore

And that’s denial number four

You have no plans for me

I will set my soul on fire

What have I become?

I’ll tell them

I’ll tell them

I’ll tell them

I’ll tell them

Please tell them

You have no plans for me

I will set my soul on fire

What have I become?

I’m sorry