Composing Myself (A Lullaby)
Last night you fell asleep and left me awake to dream. One guitar in the corner I could hear the buzz of the strings. The heater was broken, and it was ten degrees. If you were there you may have seen. It looked like I smoked when I breathed. And I lost my mind. Thinking about the rest of our lives. Then again, now that I think, maybe I was alseep. Last night, you fell asleep and left me awake to think. That clock on the kitchen wall was serenading me. My half time pulse was relaxing me. I find if I'm worried its still worth singing. And I lost my mind. Thinking about the rest of oulives. Even if its just in my head, I can still scream. Even if its 4am, I can still scream.
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