My brain pleads to my heart to meet a girl 'named' serotonin
And I plead for some **** sleep.
I can't though because some people just don't know how to close a door after they open it or even put a bookmark in the part of the book they stopped reading.
Maybe they can't read, I guess it's not worth the daydream.
She sleeps in the photographs.
She sleeps in the music.
She sleeps in my heart,
but she sleeps...