The Sleeping Fan

run motor run the motor run spinning rotation the spinning rotation and finding the rhythms the motion the aspirin you could wake me up with silence and i could lose all control cause i said that i can't that i'd stay and i'd never change i had the rock but i lost it it's broken and i spent everything i had and i gave everything i could to you and i left myself with nothing but a burning mess i'm broken on the inside so turn the crack-down on me i can't sleep alone (it's all right) it just don't feel right anymore (i'll get by) it's myself that i've lost track of now (if i have to i'll fight) it's inside so turn the crack-down grind my teeth say a prayer breathe as deep as i can cause i need air i can't dissolve control where does this fit in with anything and what's changing don't figure the outcome there's no sure pinpointing i know that i'm not in defense of admitting defeat i feel that there's nowhere to go and that's the problem are you friend or foe