I traced it back to a couple months before I was dreamed
I must've heard my momma tell my best friends
That she was illness, 'cause people make you tired, but
Deep down she was just unhappy

I think my father did the best that he could do
He wanted it to be under sick
Said he was working late
But he was working late
Fogging up the windows of an old Honda car

I, I learned to cry
Quietly, I learned to sleep
Silently, inside a house where the dreamers played
And I hate that it runs in my spit
I hate how easy it comes
I wish I'd learned how to love the same way I
Learned to sleep

I learned to sleep for my personal recovery
Learned to shoot on a little Toyota
I can drive a stick, and in a pinch
I can make the day with a recovery time

I learned to cry
Quietly, I learned to work
Silently, inside a house where the illness played
And I hate that it runs in my dreams
I hate how easy it comes
I wish I'd learned how to love the best way I
Learned to sleep

And I learned to say things I don't mean
Like "Sleep" when I want you to leave
And when you don't come home or call
And I dreamed I don't mind
I hate that I know how it's done
When a moment just like this one comes
I just go numb and go sleep and look you in the eye
And sleep

Oh and sleep