We were sleeping in.
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed.
And we...were dreaming.
There are moments when,
When I know it ends.
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable, all knowing.
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
You would.
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate.
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
Music: Existentialism on prom night - Straylight Run
Mood: Pensive
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