Nice clean sheets and a made up bed
I sleep with
She has a place where she keeps her space neat
In
When you feel divided
Lost from source
When your anchor is drifting
Without
I live my life in a freezer
I live my life
When your daddy lies
And your mama cries
Never giving you reprieve
And
Just a lazy cat in a dog eat dog world
You
Crimson was the color of the sky that day
A sudden
I know brother they tell you one thing
And I know
Soft hands my drug
You taste like home to me
Echoing reverberations
I
Tied to all you believe
Drifting far from all you receive
Let
You’ve come to me an open book you say
Still those
They'll never understand
How hard it is to be you
An endless
I must resist the thought you kissed
The truth you've somehow
Again they’re teasing me
I’m fighting what I cannot see
I’m digging
Lost in streams
Remembering
Your breath upon my face
The sweet song of
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