NETFLIX sits like a neon sign
In a purgatory-like trance I
stare at the ceiling wondering
whether or not I'd like to live
by night
Take it's hand, have this dance;
When my eyes are open though i should be sleeping; I

react to every creak in the floor
every raindrop that lands
outside my open window
Hearing heated whispers from the fireplace
i've since extinguished and
my eyes are open while i should be sleeping -- in this solitude

i find company in the creaking
Inviting the gentle side of my paranoid mind to
keep me from filling my head with
half-baked questions i'm impatient to pass over
Foolishly drunk-dialing my subconscious
when I know I'd have nothing to say
if she actually answered.  But

2am is a time for dreamers
and if i know you
your eyes are open while you should be sleeping
Now I close my eyes to cover
the glow of my empty outgoing message;
Hearing your footsteps in each creak;
Feigning the feeling of your warmth
in the extinguished fire;
Finding company in solitude
because i haven't thrown out your toothbrush.  All this

ever since my eyes were open while I should be sleeping