At times I feel ambitious Then I get overwhelmed So I stay in my blanket Where I can’t be helped Cocoon Becomes my tomb Dead and buried by afternoon

The morning is endless But where to start Seize the day like I made it Confidence an art Cocoon Becomes my tomb Dead and buried by afternoon

Hold me one more minute A second hand to receive You keep me from the spiral I may never leave Cocoon Becomes my tomb Dead and buried by afternoon