Waking Life

I think it's more being hooked on taking a break every few hours, stepping outside, sitting in my head and wandering about. I know it's a bad habit but it's made me a few friends and it's kept me up past my bedtime more than once. The end could come, as it has before, but my bed always gets tired of me, and I'd rather live out my dreams and take part instead of watching the wires sparking in my head. 'Cause when I wake up in the morning and I feel like hell, I know a second wind will come rushing in, so I might as well. Yeah, I might as well wake up and wait for that cold breeze to blow in and freeze over hell.