I'm falling asleep here in my bed.I close my eyes and just see red or is it green or is it blue?I don't know should I just 'fess upand try to block out the light that's running through my head?I'll be drinking 'til it's dawnand I'll be thinking all night longabout the things I should have said to myselfthat warm summer Tuesday morning.There's still indecision in my eyes.Yes, even after over one hundred tries I'm becoming too lethargicjust to wonder what I should be thinking anymore.I'll just pass out here on this cold wooden floor.
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