Coma

All my life I’ve wanted to sleep, I couldn’t stand to stand too much
Now and then I check for vital signs
Though I never really knew just where they’d be
I live upstairs but not too steep, I try to keep things pretty quiet
With a minimum movement horizontally
But I didn’t mean to come to coma
A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor
Face down he sank into the sofa, but he didn’t mean to come to coma
I stayed in my room through a hail of bullets
I wasn’t about to abandon ship
I heard the whispers from the other room
What’s everybody up to I don’t know?
Hey and what’s all this stuff about moderation?
If the spaceships there I’m gonna fly it
I’ll travel far beyond the dotted line
With an invitation to come to coma
A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor
They said it fizzed like a gin and soda
But he didn’t mean to come to coma
A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor
He said he swore he knew the aroma
But he didn’t mean to come to coma