Jasper Sloan Yip Today
Well, I can't get out of bed
So I'll sleep all day instead
Oh, and bad dreams run through my head
About today and days ahead
The city shakes and breathes
Around me as I sleep
I'll make my make beliefs
As my ceiling creaks with feet
I could leave this room
But I won't because it's best, I suppose
You see I do and I don't believe in my ability to follow through
With all the things that I implied that I would do
If I had the will, and I had youth
If I had stomach for the truth
I'd lift my coat and tip my cap
And chase the dreams that I once had
But now and then I lose the plot
And waste the time I haven't got to spare
And sit and stare at nothing
God, I need to feel some something
No, I don't chase paper
Because it gives me the blues
But I work hard every day
And I get closer to the truth
By and by it all subsides
To different shades of black and white
Like pages I can hide behind
In books I read to pass the time
But more and more, now I can see
That I still make my make beliefs
But what a mess, my memory does lack reliability
So I write these songs about myself
Cause' when I feel down it often helps
I pay my bills, I cook my meals
I take my time, I drag my heels
And I've come to know real silence in this old and empty house
And I've come to learn of all these things that I can live without
But for every hill that I've conquered, and friend that I've let go
And love I've known and lost makes me miss everyone that I know
