Charred Remains

Charred remains have leveled
Throbbing with sorrow
It is impartial to me
Mercury, the straggler
Jealous and doubting
His own pleasure tonight
There is an inky
Silence in my kitchen
And I'm the need for sleep

I’m so beside myself
With sympathy, relentless
I'm so contagious
Severely emotionless
What's the fuss?
What’s the fuss?
What's the fuss?
Well, I'm restless

I envy the keys
That settle in your pocket
And hope that your slumber is light
I look up to the moon
That shines in your window
Benign and sober tonight
There is an inky
Silence in my kitchen
Well, I'm the need for sleep

I'm so beside myself
With sympathy, relentless
I'm so contagious
Severely emotionless
What's the fuss?
What's the fuss?
What’s the fuss?
Well, I’m restless