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Wax on the floor says "you fell asleep again"
At least this time you made it to your bed
Simple glimmer please deliver the light into my head
Little sinner don't just sit there. Embrace the sun instead
Clouds come back around
What's left to dream now?
Silver slithers. I then hear whispers
"It's not your time yet. Will you whither or trim those whiskers? Speak not of the end"
Lacking interest in anything but this debt rids excess intent in whom to invest
Subordinate, clear and set. What a night is retrospect
Unwitting safe bet to forfeit messages
Clouds come back around.
What's left to dream now?
Eye lids are soft set. I'm going back to tonic
The candle that's lit is upset, but at least it's honest
There's no release yet it's keeping time through all of this
Inanimate, unconscious, seems to me to be ironic
When, clouds come back around
What's left to dream now?
Clouds come back around
What's left to dream now?
