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To Sleepwalk
04:26
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I want to be teenage again
Where my anger is accepted
Paint my nails, grow out my hair
Take what I can take
Been in a bad place for the last decade
But I twist and say that I’m ok
Twist and rot, an elder heart
That’s growing younger each day
I’ve been known to sleepwalk
I scare people I live with
Me and my mother barely talk
I scare the people I live with
Shave my head alone in the dark
I scare the people I live with
Never wanted anything more
I scare the people that I care way too much about
She sang of you running away
To a little place upstate
I too want to be there with you
I too want to be there
Hey Hey My My when she’s drunk
I don’t want her to hear this song
But I can’t stand going home
I can’t stand going home
I’ve been known to sleepwalk
I scare people I live with
Me and my brother barely talk
I scare the people I live with
Shave my head alone in the dark
I scare the people I live with
Maybe grow out my moustache
To scare the people that I care way too much about
I’ve been known to sleepwalk
I scare people I live with
They and my mother barely talk
I scare the people I live with
Shave my head alone in the dark
I scare the people I live with
Never asked for anything
I scare for people that don’t care for me at all
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There’s the nighttime entertainment
We go swirling through the streets
White apparitions in between my teeth
Hunter and the hunted
The lonely and lovely
You’re dying eyes are sunlit
And I awake to see
Warm smog in the morning
And a cold cup of coffee
Floor-sit by the door, my hands are shaking
And what’s yours is mine I know it
Easy as breathing in
But I do my best to take it
Somewhat moderately
The leaning plant by the windowsill sways in the steel breeze
The cold air fills my hair and lungs and I can’t quite see
Do I deserve affection
When I’m drab and dirty?
Dappled fingers yellow and twisting
I guess that I don’t get it
I’m alone and lonely
But still it’s at its precipice
Like it wants me
Kelly calls me at the weekend
Says ‘I hope you got home safe’
Her mother, as an actress, taught her everything
So I puff out my chest
And breathe in deep
Something so damn pitiless
In my proclivities
The way I sink to sleep and as I dream forget all that night away
Fill up my head with hopefulness and fantasy so that I may escape
Myself and all I have made
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BW Johnson London, UK
25 year old musician not from London, making music and such.
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