Lyrics Tempest - Buck Bowen

Every third thought be my grave
Relinquish the magic, imagine a day
Devoid of the noise from the gnats and the flies
No more aching over moments that keep passing me by

Floating in a primitive impetus
Annoyingly the buoyancy's a curse, not a benefit
How can I contend with it
Drowning in my thoughts on a plot to get rid of it

Feeling crushed by the abyss down deep
But on the surface, it's like an itch just out of reach
Even though I've enacted some of the best advice
My mind's still overstimulated; body feels anesthetized

I just want to rest my eyes
Wondering if nothing's right, then what else is there left in life?
Find the void and fill it with a grin
Can't escape the thought it's all just Robin Williams in the end

I lie in bed stressed, tired and awake
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take
I lie in bed stressed, tired and awake
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take

I can feel it in my chest, deep within my bones
This numbness is a plague, and it's spreading to my soul
The light is getting dim, even though the sun is shining
I guess darkness has a way of sending shadows to come find me

Make it stop; I don't want nothing more
I'm under the weather trying to get over a thunderstorm
I used to think it was the norm
My mother gave me life, but I'm really not sure what it's for

Irrelevant, loser
Convincing myself, it'll get better in the future
It's prob'ly a lie
But I say it anyway, 'cause it helps me get by

I tried so hard and got so far
Stretched myself thin, then pulled apart
I tried so hard for the goals I was after
But in the end, it doesn't even matter

I lie in bed stressed, tired and awake
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take
I lie in bed stressed, tired and awake
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take