I own what you inhabit, but never sleep within its walls. My income depends on your rent, through rises and through falls. What am I?

What is for breakfast? Oh, I cannot choose! They all sound delish And I'm left here confused Choked by the choice Betwixt this dish or that My gut starts to rumble I need to choose, stat! And just as the wavering Starts to get awful I realize I've chosen I'm having a...

A state we hope to be once we fall to sleep and again we regain everytime we are up on our feet

I could trim hair out of your face Or I could hold it in place I might be a part of a whole Or a quick brush by a car out of control What am I?

People are usually shocked when they realize I'm not a very good...