stories i can’t seem to remember
behind my closed eyes
dragging myself through these awful days
to sleep through the fitful nights

strangers trailing through my dreams
somehow breaking my empty heart
falling in love with someone who doesn’t exist
twinkle twinkle little star

i sing the songs and dance to the words
but none of it makes me feel alive
what is real isn’t real
i’m aching for my purpose to materialize

tired before i even wake up
fatigued by the world, i sleep
i can only imagine what i’ll see tonight
i belong to my pillow and sheets

and as i resurface to consciousness
back inside my mind
i harbor a primal rage for
that clingy sunrise

that calls me back
every morning, every day
but every night the darkness comes back around
and cradles me with its solitude, like this will all be okay

and it holds me like no other
it never shames me when i cry
comrades, brothers, lovers
there’s no way you don’t satisfy

and there’s nothing better than
a fantasy, my friend
there’s nothing more tragic
than when that fantasy ends

nothing more painful
than saying goodbye
but you never leave me
so i’ll be alright

you’re not like the others
you are magnificently you  
wholesome night, you are precious
with dreams you subdue

my fears and satiate my need
for something mine
something only for me
something i can not deny