And the water will run dry

Toss and turn in the bed all night
Waking up to the rain outside

We take form in the early light
In my feels before sunrise

Information all the time
Overwhelming by design, oh

Now I'm sitting here in the bed upright
You sleep in, how can I rely on you?

Through a prism in my head
You consume, I'm the curator

Where's your stamina in pain?
Where's my shit? I'm 'bout to break up

Love you, but I can't today
You kiss me, I'll turn away, I'll, I'll

And I'm trying not to lose my sight
When to walk and when to fight