Pressing for a beetle passing through
Touch under my pillow and feel it move
Although it shouldn't have to be said
I wish there weren't insects in my bed
Allow myself the time I need to sleep
A motionless heap, if only untouched
I wake myself distracted and scratching at my matress
In hopes that the ants that I find will leave me alive
What was wrong in me?
Why can I never meet you in my sleep?
Wake me and tell me it isn't so
You tire over such trivial things
Let's just see what the morning brings
Do you sigh when I sigh?
You see, I've got my karma tied down in the blind
But I put it to a stop in a call yesterday
So how now can I prove that i'm to stay?
I just wake myself still fractured
And catching on the fact that something unmemorable is still on my side
What is wrong with me?
Why won't you ever meet me in my sleep?
Wake me and tell me it isn't so
Now I don't know where the city is and maybe i'd give you for it
Now I don't know where the city is and maybe i'd give you for it
Now I don't know where the city is and maybe i'd give you for it
Now I don't know where the city is and maybe i'd give you for it
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