Tired
Songwriters: Cannon, Chuck; Keith, Toby
Eyelids heavy
Breathing slowly
Bed is ready
Sleep is holy
Vision hazy
Colors blury
Mind is lazy
And full of worry
Heart is busy
Stuck on you
Tongue is fizzy
From words true
Bones are brittle
Skin is weak
Life is little
Memory bleak
Fallen angels
Around my bed
Losing braincells
From my head
Completely aware
But fully insane
Soul is rare
As well as brain
No longer last long
Their life is gone
No they've passed on