You come home late at night
After a tiring day;
Wash up, bathe and rinse.
Ate that left over dinner
Your mother prepared for you.
Go on your bed
Preparing to sleep.
Wanting to sleep.
Couldn't sleep.
She's keeping you awake isn't she?
Strolling through your thoughts;
Her laughter echoes and wavers.
Your thoughts are emptied,
Except for her.
Took a few shots of that old bottle of whiskey
You had stored for better days.
Hoping for her to disappear
From your thoughts;
As well as in reality.
It's 4am yet you're wide awake.
Emotions are still firing.
You feel heavy;
Wanting her,
Missing her.
You can't ever be with her...
5am drowsiness gets the upper hand
You fall asleep
Only to wake up the next morning
You see her again
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
You come home late at night
After a tiring day;
Wash up, bathe and rinse.
Ate that left over dinner
Your mother prepared for you.
Go on your bed
Preparing to sleep.
Wanting to sleep.
Couldn't sleep.
She's keeping you awake isn't she?
Strolling through your thoughts;
Her laughter echoes and wavers.
Your thoughts are emptied,
Except for her.
Took a few shots of that old bottle of whiskey
You had stored for better days.
Hoping for her to disappear
From your thoughts;
As well as in reality.
It's 4am yet you're wide awake.
Emotions are still firing.
You feel heavy;
Wanting her,
Missing her.
You can't ever be with her...
5am drowsiness gets the upper hand
You fall asleep
Only to wake up the next morning
You see her again
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