I think you've caught my disease
You've been feeling so sad and empty
Sometimes all you want to do is lie in bed and cry
To an endless mystery, to fog the memory
Putting the tears roughening surface to sleep
Spiraling you up a million feet high
Yet burying you a billion feet deep
And sometimes it's all you need
Get over it, wake your greedy eyes, and breathe
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
I think you've caught my disease
You've been feeling so sad and empty
Sometimes all you want to do is lie in bed and cry
To an endless mystery, to fog the memory
Putting the tears roughening surface to sleep
Spiraling you up a million feet high
Yet burying you a billion feet deep
And sometimes it's all you need
Get over it, wake your greedy eyes, and breathe
