You know I'm not sleeping.
I drink black coffee in the evening,
Hands ticking past midnight,
I even miss the fighting.
There's something you've hidden,
You've quietly taken.
Why can't you feel guilty,
You've got me under you're thumb.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
You know I'm not sleeping.
I drink black coffee in the evening,
Hands ticking past midnight,
I even miss the fighting.
There's something you've hidden,
You've quietly taken.
Why can't you feel guilty,
You've got me under you're thumb.
