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Maybe if I'm buried beneath these sheets long enough I'll melt into them Chained to the bed By a fatigue dressed in fuzzy pink handcuffs With your name scrawled on the side Ravaged the light from me So if I don't see the sun for long enough I'll convince myself I'm not real A figment of someone's imagination Sent to tell them their taxes are due Their fly is undone Convince myself that if I stay still for long enough I'll slow my body to a leaking faucet Lethargic sleeping pill slow motion My heart will beat the way I imagine yours does buhhh boom What a heart you have buh boom A beat As though living is an art I could just master buh boom Like loving was the art you couldn't grasp buh boom Maybe if I dream about you enough I'll stop having these nightmares about being alone buh boom Or maybe if I peer over the edge of the bed It'll look less like a cliff than I thought Buh Boom Maybe my feet could find the floor You once swept out from under me Buh Boom Maybe I will stand without your hand to steady me BUH BOOM Maybe I never needed you much at all
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
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Maybe if I'm buried beneath these sheets long enough I'll melt into them Chained to the bed By a fatigue dressed in fuzzy pink handcuffs With your name scrawled on the side Ravaged the light from me So if I don't see the sun for long enough I'll convince myself I'm not real A figment of someone's imagination Sent to tell them their taxes are due Their fly is undone Convince myself that if I stay still for long enough I'll slow my body to a leaking faucet Lethargic sleeping pill slow motion My heart will beat the way I imagine yours does buhhh boom What a heart you have buh boom A beat As though living is an art I could just master buh boom Like loving was the art you couldn't grasp buh boom Maybe if I dream about you enough I'll stop having these nightmares about being alone buh boom Or maybe if I peer over the edge of the bed It'll look less like a cliff than I thought Buh Boom Maybe my feet could find the floor You once swept out from under me Buh Boom Maybe I will stand without your hand to steady me BUH BOOM Maybe I never needed you much at all
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:50 AM UTC
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