2am
and the walls are closing in
Counting every shadow on my skin
The ceiling fan is spinning like a slow motion
wheel
And I'm just trying to remember how the quiet
used to feel
The screen glow is burning holes through my
head
While I'm chasing ghosts across this sun made
bed
Phone on silent but the noise is loud
Wrapped in linen,
lost inside a cloud I'm on the edge of where the daylight dies
Just waiting for the static to relieve my eyes
Oh,
I'm falling into blue light dreams Where
nothing is ever quite as heavy as it
seems Like a rubble,
quiet,
winter,
soft,
or dill
I'm driving it deeper as it seeps mostly Just one more day,
can all the dreams come?
Forget them all and forget about you
And all blue light dreams And all blue light dreams