Thread Too Slight

I wanted to shut down, forget the day gone By. But I really don't feel Like sleeping. Maybe get up, walk to the kitchen, Light a smoke. No, that's not it. God, the bed's creaking way too loud. And the pillow sits there like a stone on My head. The blanket wraps me up like a Spiderweb. What's this insomnia pressing down on my Chest at night? Pulling the dark over my dry, Dry eyes. Or maybe there's just no real reason at all To forget about sleep till the dawn, Or maybe there is one serious call, One reason to let this whole night be gone. A hammer is knocking on stretched out nerves. No, it's not just a busted valve gone mad. It's time hanging there In a drop of water, Then falling and counting out my life. There it is, the finish line. It's a hard, hard magnet, and fate, Damn it all, Is a thread too slight. Every ordinary day, and the one that just passed Drives me through fields no one Can see. On a crooked thread, The one that's mine, Toward the ends that are bound to be. I'm no plasma floating between the poles. I never saved it up, I passed my warmth Along. Sometimes a mask would stick to my face, Twisting the kind face I was born with wrong. A hammer is knocking on stretched out nerves. No, it's not just a busted valve gone mad. It's time hanging there In a drop of water, Then falling and counting out my life. There it is, the finish line. It's a hard, hard magnet, and fate, Damn it all, Is a thread too slight. There's too much of It if I'm being real. I'll go down hard whether I shout or not. Cut the coffee at nine, Then stay up all night. And in the morning, Fix it all. Ooh. In the morning, fix it all. Ooh.