Bedroom Sheets
Fucked up in the head
Yet you still lay in my bed
These sheets never seemed so heavy
Your arms draped over me
Like you know nothing
You know everything
But you do nothing
This pillow is showing me how to breath
I have my head rested on your chest
I always dream but I never sleep
These sheets haunt me
Yet the only thing on top of me is you
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