Clear my head

I lay awake and dream of other ways

The hazy mid-fall days, and my mid-fall faze can bloom into a summer once more

I reach out my hands up to the glass

Of memories that have long passed

But it is filled with tears from ducts that have ran dry

I keep it steady, it's filled to the top and

The tears are heavy, I hope I don't drop them

My hands are numb, my face feels weak

As the days of the week

Slowly melt into one

And I repeat "I'm not good enough"

Until reason and consequence get mixed up

Even if I know it's a lie, I believe it, so I can hide behind the uneven tides of my half-baked disguise, that I have crafted to fool my own eyes

...

But I'm tired and I want to sleep

There are promises that I can't keep

I'm sorry to ask, but give me some time

Let my head clear, the musicbox unwind

My eyelids are heavy, the tears are heavy,

So let me put them back far away

The street-lights are pretty, the flowers are pretty

So let me dream them before I go astray

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