Esque

Fast asleep, can you read my mind?
I wish I was home right now
Putting measure to the tides
Trying to get a feeling from it
Put a TV by my bed
Or I won’t make it into heaven
Trick me into sitting up
You look in as I starve myself
I don’t have to try
Cooks me dinner every night
On the wall I try to hide
A machine that’s made to end my life
Make my bed under the hay
I’m never hungry anyway
And you won’t have to watch me die
You won’t have to watch me die
Tie me down and send me up
Write it on my flesh in needles
Maybe if I could «be just»
Maybe I could finally get it
Shine into my prison cell
Look until you find my body
They won’t see me on the walls
Hiding underneath the floor
Quit all over the walls