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sleepyhead May 2013
somebody softly singing oh my heart, my heart
and i think about falling asleep
i think about nighttime air conditioning and bottled water
baltimore is lulling me to dreamland
sleepyhead May 2013
phase 1:
sit on the outside of you, peeping through cracks
some days you'll catch me - and in these we lack
but some days i'll catch you staring back

phase 2:
see you and my heart breaks
i speak and my breath shakes
you smile and my stomach aches

phase 3:
i'm drunk,
so are you
go upstairs with him,
leave both me + a beer askew
i'll drink down fast until i'm ready to hear about you two
sleepyhead May 2013
i'm thinking about your name and everything i love

i'm lying here half drunk still with you next to me
  
im thinking "god, how can i be here?"
i'm realising that it's you
that your breath pulling your chest up and down isn't a dream

i'm thinking "god, this isn't something i'm wishing?"
you're really here and how could this be anything else.

i'm thinking, "god, this amazing girl."
you're somebody i never wanted to stop figuring out even for a second
and you're here

i'm thinking i want to know you inside out.
i'm thinking about your name and everything i love
sleepyhead May 2013
there's something about that bed
and the way you talk about it like it's secure
not that i don't wish it was
i wish it was

there's something about how you only breathe smoke
and the way you make it look healthy
not that i don't wish it was
i wish it was
sleepyhead May 2013
back under your covers and i'm real again
back against your body and i'm real again
back with my hands, hips, lips and i'm real again
sleepyhead May 2013
"we're not psychologists, you know"
yeah, but we can pretend
lying under pine, oak + ash

i watched them hold eachother mostly every day
until we felt everything was going to be grand
or at least okay.                            
it felt less and less like a therapy
more like addiction, a prescription, need

nicotine hands, freezing fingertips
whiskey breath + colder lips
sleepyhead May 2013
seatbelt clicks felt like a warning more than safety
god's booming voice
yelling i could **** you, i could click my fingers
his hands reaching through the clouds to choke me for sinking when i could swim  
if i wanted to badly enough.
but i can't really feel it anyway

i could feel anything if i let myself
if i wanted to badly enough
i'm lying just outside of a world i could probably face
if i wanted to badly enough.
im a little boy lying under sheets until i feel light and lights hitting little fingertips.
until i want light badly enough

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