Cigarette and gasoline

Dear head, shut up, I can't listen no more. It's late, so shut up, is one night too much to ask for?

I can't find the right way to sleep at night, I don't know if it's because of this bed on fire or the voices on my head. I can't sleep here no more. I will be dreaming down on the floor today, looking for a comfortable place away from my thoughts. I'm drowning my feelings with the smoke and all I want is soak me on gasoline an set this feelings on fire, let them burn and then blow the ashes. Now I'm thinking things twice and they haven't happened yet. Do I exist?