Sleep Therapy - Ghost Atlas

My anxiety is keeping me awake

And I am desperate to display a facade of security

As a means to incite a dream of convenient solution

One imagined, rooted in a fantasy where suffering alleviates

I’m sweating in my sleep

Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep

Well, I’m sorry for who I was

But maybe it’s who I am after all, this is who I am after all

My greatest fear is paradoxical, as they all are

It is one of immediacy, and yet seamlessly correlated with forever

And I’m afraid of today;

when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?

Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me?

It is something in between

I’m sweating in my sleep

Because I question if I’m worth it to the company I keep

Well, I’m sorry for who I was

But maybe it’s who I am after all, this is who I am after all

And I’m afraid of today;

when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?

Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me?

It is something in between

And I’m afraid of today;

when I slip to sleep, was it a waste?

Is this just space to fill a song, or is this me?

It is something in between