The Sleeping Fan

Run motor
Run the motor
Run spinning rotation
The spinning rotation
And finding the rhythms
The motion
The aspirin
You could wake me up with silence and i could lose all control
Cause i said that i can’t
That i’d stay and i’d never change
I had the rock but i lost it it’s broken
And i spent everything i had
And i gave everything i could to you
And i left myself with nothing but a burning mess
I’m broken on the inside so turn the crack-down on me
I can’t sleep alone
(it's all right)
It just don’t feel right anymore
(i'll get by)
It’s myself that i’ve lost track of now
(if i have to i’ll fight)
It’s inside so turn the crack-down
Grind my teeth say a prayer breathe as deep as i can
Cause i need air i can’t dissolve control
Where does this fit in with anything and what’s changing
Don’t figure the outcome there’s no sure pinpointing
I know that i’m not in defense of admitting defeat
I feel that there’s nowhere to go and that’s the problem
Are you friend or foe