he was always sleepy…tired from his mind workin’ all those hours…thinkin’ all the time…’bout the past…’bout when things mattered…

nothin’ was real anymore…imaginary…days on end he just sat there…talkin’ to himself…full-on conversations leading to arguments with no-one ’round…just him…yellin’…

talkin’ to a boy who’d runaway…a teenage girl with hurt feelings…this wife…that woman on the side…son with a pierced ear…

had no control anymore…maybe he never did…funny how it all catches up with you…this life…thinkin’ bout mistakes…pride…missed opportunities…he had all that goin’ through his mind…

he was always sleepy…tired from his mind workin’ all those hours…thinkin’ all the time…’bout when things mattered…