Oct. 11, 2009

you thought #1

she’s playing in the fields at night, yelling at the morning light
with dirt all on her knees

i’m underneath my sheets again, six years old and full of sin
monsters won’t let me sleep

knocks on my window, crawls right through, got enough for me and some for you
she offers me release

with eyes like space between the clouds, she’s blacking in i’m blacking out
and god won’t let me be


oh i try to run, i try to be set free
oh but by the sun, my wings get burnt, and i fall straight to my knees.

ribbons, curls, and girly things, i can’t do much of anything
if you won’t let me sleep

i take one for me and two for you, it’s not what i had planned to do
you left me by the sea

and when the sunrise breaks the dawn, pretending that we played along
the moon will smile meek

and everything that once was blue, is falling right in front of you
those words will be the death of me

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