4am conversations

I'm talking in my sleep



While you are somewhere crying

You say this isn't me.



You say that I have pretty thoughts

And I have pretty words.



But you don't see the under layer

(I'm dying in my sleep)



The scars go down like railroad tracks

(These pills are killing me)



And never seem to cease

(I'm dying in my sleep.)



This heart is barely beating

(How could you say that to me?)



My lungs are last to fail me

I'm singing in my sleep.