I'm slipping out of the deep sleep (I had) nightmares of deserts and I woke up in a bed of sand. I'm slipping out of the swing that you pushed me through. I'm just mad that the songs over and I still can't go to bed. It's stuck in my head and I can't feel a thing. I climbed a tree and at the top of it there was nothing left for me to see. I'm procrastinating. Please don't mind me. I have feelings I just can take them quietly. I can't look at you without smiling. You left me high and dry just like we'd never even talked about it.