Can't fall asleep on those sheets because that's where me and you sleep but we aren't going to bed tonight.
You got your astral sheets and I got cheap coffee, a bottle of brown, and a house haunted by us.
These walls are screaming with past laughter. I wish we'd spoken before I went and left on that flight. Now I'm talking to the plaster.
It's just me and the plaster.
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