I wonder what you think about when you can’t go to sleep at night.

What do you think of when you’re lying on your bed, staring at the blank spaces, muffed in the blanket you’ve had since 5.

Do you stil need to put on those indie records on the defaced  HMV Fiesta your french neighbor gifted you with?

Do you stil need someone to read to you your favourite “Tender Is the Night” for the rest of the night?

Oh how I miss when you would loll back to me while you reverberate these words, “hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”

You pull me in, as the souls of our youth radiate through the night
You lay me down, as the moon watch over this witless night

What we wouldn't know is,
Past this adrenaline of desires,
Are torrents of pain and pretence
The darkest of the night pulls us all
In a pool of deception