Here I wake, in my young bed
Tell me, have I grown up dead
I've been laying here for years too long
Why would I want to prolong this agony
Someone rake me up like bag of leaves
And send me on my way
Send me on my way
With a strong push
I'm slow to scream
I don't know if this is a dream
Or everything else was
How long have I been
In this clouded slush
And how do I get up
What am I doing in this weakened state
I just wanna look at my face
Am I moving in age
Can I crawl away
Or am I too paralyzed
Too infected to rise
What have I awoken too
In sheets that are appropriately blue
I'm slow to scream
I don't know if this is a dream
Or everything else was
How long have I been
In this clouded slush
And how do I get up