| Current mood: |  contemplative |
Catapult me
into the sun.
Go rest your head.
I'm tired of this
she said.
I'm tired of this
I'm tired of dreaming.
Places exist
only in your head.
Watch our sofa
rise into the sky.
Consume us in flames.
But we're making out.
We're just dreaming.
Places exist
only in our heads.
Untie me.
It's been a long night
in your bed.
I'm tired of this.
I'm tired of dreaming.
I think you know
that I think of you
every night
crawling into bed
with your friend.
I can't stop
pretending it's you.
Did you know
I can't wait for you?
Every night
as I battle off to sleep,
I'm scheming;
I'm dreaming.
Places exist
only in my head.
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