Sleep Through The Long Night

I'm stale as the daylight
In photos of still lives
And grave as the bread
That was left with no twist tie

My eye is the smooth side
Of magazine advertisements
I want what I can't buy
I buy any true lie
I lie with my hands tied
And try to sleep at night

Lay me to bed
Under canopy tree lines
My mind is a jungle
Of sirens and stoplights

The traffic is static
No station to heaven
I'm heavy as plastic
In the belly Atlantic

I want what I can't find
I find what I can't hide
I hide until it's time
To sleep through the long night