Sleep Machine

Swallowed it all and feeling fine
 Give it a little bit more time
 Closing in on silent mind
 Wait for the perfect sign
 Talking end of the couch again
 Break apart at the slightest thing
 How can it matter where I've been
 Doctor I'm sinking in
 Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
 Turn on again
 And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine
 Turn on again
 Static humming in either ear
 Voices that won't come clear
 Remember how I got down here
 Lights that burn, words that sear
 I wait beneath the house for days
 I try my hardest not to stay
 Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
 Turn on again
 And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine
 Turn on again
 Tongue to use for counting teeth
 Silences, however brief
 What should bar me from relief
 Something moving underneath
 Oh doctor doctor please I cannot see
 So what's it take to fix someone like me
 Oh yes I'll stay, oh god, don't mind a thing
 May it burn or char or drain or sting