Bleak Thing

Don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to sleep
I just don’t want to sleep
Don’t want to slip
away away away…

Just don’t let me lie down,
keep my head up and drown in the smoke
to drown me

Don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to sleep
I just don’t want to sleep
Don’t want to slip
further further further…

There is a chord tingling in the distance
I mouth your eyes
I watch your mouth

There is a wire dangling from the ceiling in the other room
You are asleep on the chair
and I am hanging alone right there

It’s all because this of bleak thing
that some call a soul
the bleak thing that wants you
that wants you to be
without a body
that wants to be
free of my body

Don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to sleep
I just don’t want to sleep
if not in your arms

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