Sometimes, I lie awake thinking
If there's a magic word
A fantastical phrase
A solemn song of our wonder years
That would make you return to me
I wonder the oddest of things
Where it must be stored
Who could guard such a treasure
And what it would take
To lockpick my way inside
And I die a bit more everyday
Suffocating from memories
Choking from dreams lost
And drowning in the deepest
Oceans of misery and regret
But, of all the sleepless thoughts
That rattle around
In the darkest corners of a broken mind
I think about the tears I've shed waiting
And the years I've let dance away
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Sometimes, I lie awake thinking
If there's a magic word
A fantastical phrase
A solemn song of our wonder years
That would make you return to me
I wonder the oddest of things
Where it must be stored
Who could guard such a treasure
And what it would take
To lockpick my way inside
And I die a bit more everyday
Suffocating from memories
Choking from dreams lost
And drowning in the deepest
Oceans of misery and regret
But, of all the sleepless thoughts
That rattle around
In the darkest corners of a broken mind
I think about the tears I've shed waiting
And the years I've let dance away
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