I’m tired.
Tired of looking for you
Tired of hoping for you
Tired of thinking about you
Writing about you
Dreaming about you
I’m just so tired.
I don’t want to miss you anymore.
I just want to sleep.
Why can’t the thought of you leave me
As easily as you did?
It clings to me like a lost child,
But that’s a lie.
Really, I cling to it
And **** on it
And play with it a while
Until it gets dark,
Then I haunt it
And I breathe it
And I just want to sleep
But my heart never rests
Because you awoke something in it
That no lullaby can put to bed.
But still I sing to it
And cradle it
And cry for it
Like a lost child.