Stop trying so hard
Stop trying
Stop trying so hard
Stop
Stop trying to close your eyes
Picturing the field and the grass and and the open skies
Standing in the barn counting all of the sheepy guys
I am not awake I am just merely a small surprise
I am not surprised I am just trying not to think
Push to the brink
Count the times we blink
Like cinnamon in butter because this is how we sink
Floating to the bottom barrel
Rolling on the rink
That's just how she think
Mind and body out of sync