The insomnia is lurking
Behind tired eyelids, heavy like showbiz curtains
I close them to find my rest
But the mind is still racing and the heart is still pacing
Spinning the events of recent days in a dryer
A big one, like you find in a shitty old laundromat
Loud and clanky, keeping me from sleep
No matter how many times I wash these clothes
The filthy, bloody stains will never come out
Eventually seeping into my skin
And I'll wear the stains like open wounds
For everyone to poke and to prod and stare at
What dreams am I missing?
Will they pass me by?
Please wait for me if you are pleasant and lovely
I've had enough bad dreams for a while
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