Everyone's Asleep in the House but Me

Everyone’s asleep
In the house but me
They’ve long since
Caved in
To the promise of dreams
Everyone’s asleep
Suspending reality
Trying to walk a straight line
But it’s so hard with these crossed eyes
Everyone’s asleep
While I wrestle with the heat
This aging sweat-stained
Silhouette
Knows that the deviant in me
Wants to go out
I’ve a thirst for skirts
And hell to raise
Won’t someone sing into my mouth
And I’ll do the same
I’m killing time
In a ghost town
Dim lights
And dull sounds
So this is what it’s like
To be dead
And leave behind
Little more than
A stain on the carpet