Sleeping

By Kara Passey

I fell asleep last night
Like I do every night
With my headphones playing loud
He starts to sing in my ear
Wrapped up in so many things
So I don't feel alone
I had a dream about
A boy that I kind of know
I never gave him much thought
But I think that he loved me
I saw his face again
First thing this morning
After I walked in the cold
Straight to that building I go
And I forget my coat
So I don't have to leave
I've got my guitar on my back
And I've got this gift to give
And I wonder why
No one writes songs about me
I stand in front of the mirror
And I stare for hours
Let myself waste away
Hating each inch of me
My room is small inside
It's also cold
Lights are always burnt out
But I guess its home
I'll crawl back into my bed
The singing starts once more
Wrap myself back up again
Dream of that boy I kind of know
Dream about love

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