The Art of Falling Asleep

I used to think every dream i had was real
i've loved, lost, died, revived, and survived
too many times to count
so life was just a dream
that made everything fake
believe what you could
and make sense out of it
but one thing remained true
i could fall into the sky...
anytime i wanted to
touchable but only defending
the length of time that
i'm vulnerable
so sleeping patterns left without a care
cause these days i don't give a shit
whether it's a dream or a nightmare

i cross the threshold
when it really doesn't matter what happens now
all is done on the inside out
i can behave myself cause i know how
Sweetdreams and goodnight

when everything reflects how you're feeling in the inside
it's tough to break the cycle when everything says the opposite
of what's written on our faces
the sleep thing happens whether we like it or not
rather just wake up and not remember a thing
but sometimes we have to pretend
that we cannot just forget

if only we could bullshit the things we see
sweetdreams
and kiss me goodnight
here i go trying to sleep tight