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And you... You always show up in my dreams. I can see your light dancing, Glowing underneath. Conversations shared in space I think im astral projecting You feel real when im asleep I always snap awake, Groggy and meloncholy I Left the window cracked again Cold air is creeping on my skin And I Hate its getting colder And I Know novembers closer Hold on The turbulance is growing Nostilgia tastes bitter when its snowing. You are a phantom now and tables have turned. This haunting winter air makes me lose my nerve. I carry on till i can crawl into my bed Fall asleep, Hope i can see you again. Your voice feels like cardiac arrest System shock; overload Your words grab me by the shirt Lifts me up; magic force Youre always there through the worst In my dreams; i strain to hear I listen out.. November hangs me again 30 days of hell Im tied to the gray in these skies Chains made of remembrance Solitude is what i find. The worst always comes with the cold Please show up.. Melt this world
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
october dreams, november nightmares
And you... You always show up in my dreams. I can see your light dancing, Glowing underneath. Conversations shared in space I think im astral projecting You feel real when im asleep I always snap awake, Groggy and meloncholy I Left the window cracked again Cold air is creeping on my skin And I Hate its getting colder And I Know novembers closer Hold on The turbulance is growing Nostilgia tastes bitter when its snowing. You are a phantom now and tables have turned. This haunting winter air makes me lose my nerve. I carry on till i can crawl into my bed Fall asleep, Hope i can see you again. Your voice feels like cardiac arrest System shock; overload Your words grab me by the shirt Lifts me up; magic force Youre always there through the worst In my dreams; i strain to hear I listen out.. November hangs me again 30 days of hell Im tied to the gray in these skies Chains made of remembrance Solitude is what i find. The worst always comes with the cold Please show up.. Melt this world
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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