who is that critic in your mind?
she keeps pushing you around all the time.
a day will come when the voices
will subside and no more will those
songs about me hide.

little sleeper, keep a spot on the shelf
for your mind
because i see myself
in the thoughts you leave behind.

you feel stuck in a ditch,
i know this is true,
but i also know those little thoughts
aren't the kitsch
you thought you knew.

how i wish you could cut back the ropes
and know your shining hopes
glow in my heart
even when we feel more than millions of miles apart.

so sleep, my sweetheart,
let your dreams scream aloud.
i'll make sure to whisper in your ear,
how much you mean to me,
and how much i'm proud.