it's the midnight thoughts that keep me up at night
the ones with faces i know and names i try to forget
ones attached to memories i try so desperately to bury
but every single night they haunt my dreams and make we weep
every night, they become parasites feeding off my sleep
my musings will be the death of me they say
but then they change always, day by day
most days i wonder if i could live on Ibiza and never come back
then travel to London and live with only a rucksack
stay in Paris under a fake name
and roam Rome with a new hair color
drinking brandy was never my game
but no i haven't tried whiskey
they think me sane but my head is a battlefield
they see no scars on my face but they haven't seen my heart
they see me perfect but they haven't seen my clipped wings
they think me strong but i am brittle
my music is too diverse
and i think we both are inversely proportionate
but for now, hush my love
they will harm us not
we will find solace tonight
and the moon will keep off all your frights
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