Sleepy
I'm sleepy
I wish someone would carry me to bed
I remember falling asleep In the car
and waking with a pillow beneath my head
when the world tasted like chocolate milk
now it tastes like bile instead
I'm sleepy
I don't want to be awake
'cause these kids used to smell like crayons
now they smell like weed and other things
that I wish I never learned how to place
for gods sake
I'm sleepy
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