You could tell me to kiss you
A soothing secret to force me from sleep
And you could tell me what's wrong
Forcing me to agree.
I shut you out, parachuting against the warmth
The tragedy of the darkness enveloping back and forth.
Cool bleeding dreams, shield me from time
I tell you to ease, you could tell me to slide.
I'm thrashing awake, young in the night,
You could tell me you want me, underneath the light.
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