i can't close my eyes tonight

because everything is coming down.

the music is thrumming through my blood

the colors are smearing on my eyes

the drugs aren't killing me

the pain isn't fulfilling me

how can i be without the ache that made me?

slowly i am seeping into silence

deeper, darker, damper.

i can't sleep anymore,

the dreams that released me, betrayed me.

the wine in the glass is drying out.

the paint on my nails has spilt over my palms

and i'm so tired of playing the good songs

release me, resent me, revive me

i can chant to my souls content

but this won't be the night you come for me

i'm singing the songs they adore and they still misunderstood.

i can crawl into my little box,

but there isn't enough velvet to last me all night.

 

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