I want the world to fall in love with everyone
I think this is a crush
Somedays we're lovers, somedays I hide under the covers
Oh, but if this wasn't meant to be
Sleep inducing my love spells
to sleep deprived bombshells
One more hour, one less answer
Sleep is a most certain cancer
Dead asleep, phone in hand
Out of sheep, but in demand
This comes so close to being dead
My own cemetary in my head
Anesthetics vs. Caffeine
Wakes vs. Dreams
Plastic surgery for your feelings
The emotions seem to be peeling
Staple them back to the skin
Applaude.Abuse.Atrophy again
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