Moving Target

Again I woke up

Empty apartment

My heart's not broken but

It's a moving target

I'm trying my best

I'm trying my best but

I got too many greedy demons

Feeding at my breast

Again the ceiling, it

Starts to spin

My heart's a feeling that's

Hard to pin

I'm trying to rest

Just trying to get some rest but

The second I get to sleep

There's somebody breathing down my neck

I'm doing my best

I'm doing my best but

I got too many greedy demons

Feeding at my breast