sorry I lied when I said all I want to do is sleep
I haven’t slept in weeks
That’s a lie too of course
I put in an hour or two inbetween
Lying on the floor or in the tub
I hate the cold
But I didn’t used to
And that isn’t romantic
But things do change
Like the way the stars align and how I perceive death
And how I haven’t met my match
The late night is a song with synths
And the moon sings dream pop songs
About love and rest and the gaping holes planted in the sea
What does that even mean?
When it’s 3am you’re in tune with everything
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
sorry I lied when I said all I want to do is sleep
I haven’t slept in weeks
That’s a lie too of course
I put in an hour or two inbetween
Lying on the floor or in the tub
I hate the cold
But I didn’t used to
And that isn’t romantic
But things do change
Like the way the stars align and how I perceive death
And how I haven’t met my match
The late night is a song with synths
And the moon sings dream pop songs
About love and rest and the gaping holes planted in the sea
What does that even mean?
When it’s 3am you’re in tune with everything
