Owen - Everyone’s Asleep in the House but Me

Everyone’s asleep in the house but me
They’ve long since caved in to the promise of dreams
Everyone’s asleep
Suspending reality
I’m trying to walk a straight line 
but it’s so hard with these crossed eyes…
Everyone’s asleep while I wrestle with the heat
This aging sweat silhouette knows that the deviant in me wants to go out
I’ve a thirst for skirts and hell to raise
Won’t someone sing into my mouth?
I’ll do the same
But I’m killing time in a ghost town
Dim lights and dull sounds
This is what it’s like to be dead and leave behind 
little more than a stain in the carpet