I don't think I'm dreaming

The sky is gray,

this coffee’s bitter,

I don’t think I’m dreaming.

The air is cold,

my mind is painful,

and I don’t think I’m dreaming.

Nothing makes sense,

I'm saying nothing,

and no one else is speaking.

You stare back at me,

from fluorescent lights again,

I close both my eyes,

and picture when it’s bright again.

The sky is gray,

this coffee’s bitter,

and I dont think I’m dreaming.

I wish sometimes,

that I could sleep away the time.

When all my bad dreams,

are awake and always seem,

to have too much meaning.

I’m asleep I think,

but I don’t think I’m dreaming.