Sleep Tighter

Sometimes the eyes tend to forget their place
And they fall to pieces and not even know
That they've caved in and closed on themselves
When will they learn to just follow my lead

It begins with the late nights up for nothing
Until the numbers reset to single digits
How can one so weak become so immune
To time as if it were a fraction of my life

Then it leaks into the days, unwillingly lose
When I just want to stay alive for the first time
In a room with nothing but pointless or needed lessons
And a place where focus is only an imaginary word

Should I be listening to the law of the words of the older mouths
That I should rest my head onto comfort earlier than I say
That things can be done for tomorrow, that I will be alive still
Maybe I should, but at last I don't: defines defeat