Mattress.

You sit in my head as if it belongs to you.
Like there's a chair waiting that has yer name on it.
           Reserved for you and you alone!

In a sense yer right.
But that chair doesn't have yer name on it.

It has the face of the glance
in a pit too meaningless to remember.
A dream that will one day fade.

In a sense it's pointless.
But that pit holds my heart in a way i will never let you.

Dreams of you fizzle faster than a counterspell
but countless numbers of them come each day.
You don't deserve that.

YOU DONT DESERVE THAT.
YOU DONT DESERVE ME.


ALeKoNa    72899

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