Feeding the little thoughts
The doubts
The dreams I'm lucid in
But for a second they wrap around me
They grasp me with their warm hands
Tell me there's more
More to this
Something magical could happen
If you just wake up and run
And I believe it
In moments of anger
On days I'm misunderstood
I believe it
When I feel stuck
Feeding the little thoughts
Giving them characters and stories
Taking away from my own reality
To fuel this dream
And I'm sinking
Sinking ship
I feed these thoughts
And you reach out
And you save me
Every time
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Feeding the little thoughts
The doubts
The dreams I'm lucid in
But for a second they wrap around me
They grasp me with their warm hands
Tell me there's more
More to this
Something magical could happen
If you just wake up and run
And I believe it
In moments of anger
On days I'm misunderstood
I believe it
When I feel stuck
Feeding the little thoughts
Giving them characters and stories
Taking away from my own reality
To fuel this dream
And I'm sinking
Sinking ship
I feed these thoughts
And you reach out
And you save me
Every time
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