Guiding Light

Sit down, take your medicine
I’ll be back again round 9
If you’ll make it through the day
Slow down, all your words are blurted out too fast
About how Michael came around and he told you what the paper said:
Don’t wake up, it’s such a waste of time
Turning minutes into hours into weeks
When you can’t even rise
Your silence grows, so I can’t read your signs
The thin line between your good days and your bad days
Is my guiding light
Your last part will be nothing but a waiting game
Sunlight pushed away by night
Will be back when morning comes again
Who’ll know when the ceremony has begun
If the last words that left your mouth
Was received by anyone
Don’t wake up, it’s such a waste of time
Turning minutes into hours into weeks
When you can’t even rise
Your silence grows, so I can’t read your signs
The thin line between your good days and your bad days
Is my guiding light