"I'll Meet The Sun Before I Greet The Moon; Insomniac."
"I'll Meet The Sun Before I Greet The Moon; Insomniac."
years of not sleeping have led me to the conclusion
everyone on earth; they're all an illusion.
I'm fine on my own, just me and the stars.
the sky is my home, alone with my scars.
I've fallen before, but I'm no angel.
my sins make me- lost and unstable.
carry me to Heaven, its the only way I'll make it.
my wings have been plucked; I'm vulnerable, naked.
my goal is still the moon, but i sit on the stars
i haven't slept since June; a toast to the scars.
so I'll fly away on my hot air balloon,
since its the only way I'll make it to the moon.
because this rocket ship has been broken down for about 16 years,
and i never made a sound
about this being everything that i never wanted.
yet everyone knew i was being haunted-
by these memories that come in my sleep,
so insomnia, will you stay with me?
welcome to dreamland, where everywhere is your home.
congratulations, you're the only one not alone.
the clouds are my company, but they don't count for much.
i say i like the way i am, but damn i miss your touch,
my nightmares treat me better than anyone I've met.
in the off chance i sleep, they're behind my silhouette.
you have monsters underneath your bed,
i have monsters that live in my head
and you ask me why, i cant sleep
i look to the moon and i take my first leap.
so I'll fly away on my hot air balloon,
since its the only way I'll make it to the moon.
because this rocket ship has been broken down for about 16 years,
and i never made a sound
about this being everything that i never wanted.
yet everyone knew i was being haunted-
by these memories that come in my sleep,
so insomnia, will you stay with me?
will you follow me on my descent?
i cant promise you, this wasn't my intent.
through my years of open eyelids, I'll promise you this:
when you make it to Heaven, I'll greet you with a kiss.
years of not sleeping have led me to the conclusion
everyone on earth; they're all an illusion.
I'm fine on my own, just me and the stars.
the sky is my home, alone with my scars.
I've fallen before, but I'm no angel.
my sins make me- lost and unstable.
carry me to Heaven, its the only way I'll make it.
my wings have been plucked; I'm vulnerable, naked.
my goal is still the moon, but i sit on the stars
i haven't slept since June; a toast to the scars.
so I'll fly away on my hot air balloon,
since its the only way I'll make it to the moon.
because this rocket ship has been broken down for about 16 years,
and i never made a sound
about this being everything that i never wanted.
yet everyone knew i was being haunted-
by these memories that come in my sleep,
so insomnia, will you stay with me?
welcome to dreamland, where everywhere is your home.
congratulations, you're the only one not alone.
the clouds are my company, but they don't count for much.
i say i like the way i am, but damn i miss your touch,
my nightmares treat me better than anyone I've met.
in the off chance i sleep, they're behind my silhouette.
you have monsters underneath your bed,
i have monsters that live in my head
and you ask me why, i cant sleep
i look to the moon and i take my first leap.
so I'll fly away on my hot air balloon,
since its the only way I'll make it to the moon.
because this rocket ship has been broken down for about 16 years,
and i never made a sound
about this being everything that i never wanted.
yet everyone knew i was being haunted-
by these memories that come in my sleep,
so insomnia, will you stay with me?
will you follow me on my descent?
i cant promise you, this wasn't my intent.
through my years of open eyelids, I'll promise you this:
when you make it to Heaven, I'll greet you with a kiss.