Passed Out - White Apple Tree

I wait at a doorway with a single gate

Watching whatever came on the screen

Mood swings from the lack of any healthy sleep

I pray to connect with you in anyway

Now I’m lying, now I’m lying

On the sofa passed out

Now I’m lying, now I’m lying

On the sofa passed out

I change but I can’t keep up with fever pains

Waiting in a fist I’m hard to calculate

I think with my friends because I’m wide awake

Driving in a binary reality

Now I’m lying, now I’m lying

On a driveway passed out

Now I’m lying, now I’m lying

On a driveway passed out