Sleep

I spend a lot of time in room
Thinking about if I’ll reach twenty two
Because I keep trying to be someone new
But I’ll fall back into a sleep pattern that lasts
Until three in the afternoon and begins at two in the morning
Lately that’s made me wonder whether there’s a point in waking up
Cause I’ve come to realise that I’m growing a void inside myself
That’s slowly taking my mental health

I spend a lot of time writing melodies
So that I can get it all out in the open
But I’ll hide behind another metaphor
And polysyllabic lexis that’ll confuse you
So you don’t ask how I am
I’ll just tell you that these’ll sound better while I’m at my worst
Give you a smile and say I’m okay

I spend a lot of time writing about black, blue and blonde
But you all know I’m fond of pink
Ironically enough I prefer the night sky
Yet I’m constantly dreaming of pastel pink
I’m not worthy of those though
So some dreams can just be dreams
And some nightmares can be nightmares

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