Bed Time

I think you're doing pretty well I think you're just fine To pretend To be short on time Frown to a smile Quiet when it's loud Fly away, never land, lost in the clouds Warm when she's around Touch full of life Lost now I'm found Hugs when I cry Widows on my back, web of lies when he speaks Bodies lay down slow, eyes low when he bleeds I can be the Malcom in the Middle whenever you need me I'll bleed for whatever you need Blink, when I rethink me How I be reaching, resync In sync, fiend to the seen I need to out this, but I'm mouthless Words are bounded Eyelids still awake when he dream Heart beats slow when he breathes Falls deep into sleep How was yours, how was, uh So everything has worked out okay with your classes? Yeah, everything's sorted, uhm like you know Doing my thing, I-I did my private lesson today Uh, that went well (you did what?) My private lessons, with my instructor (oh, okay, got it) Okay good, and so then Walks in the wood bare feet to the floor Cold tip toe, unlock doors slow Fear runs deep, latched onto the soul Parallel pale faced-ed like ghosts Back of the room, eyes locked to the screen Blood stands still, plots thick he's a fiend Nightmares right there, that's what he seen Face to the bedsheets, loud when he screams Under the covers the underworld pledged to his ear Grabbing at his feet, soaked youth stained tears Benevolent, prolly heaven sent she appears Sword in arms with a crest, duel wield spears Fights to the darkness, tryna stop this Knocked off when the night ends, stop to the fear But not what I feel, feel's non-stop when I sit right here Huh It's just, you know, when you leave with a bad record like that, you know Like, like you just didn't follow, instructions or whatever, you know But, uh, I mean The thing you had mentioned about your, uh Knock on the door who done knocked all the lights out Sore throat, sip Mr. T with a night-gown Fresh wet-dream make 'em scream to the night now Get too scared, wet the bed when it's lights down When he lay down, pray like a lamp does Cold when it's lights out, off to the lighthouse Feels like he tied down, ride on life now Wet stained lips from her kiss Sleep walk when I sleep talk, I don't sleep a lot Got a sore spot in my back when I'm near Read tall tales when the king comes With his Kingsman, smack down like onomatopoeia Cold from the ground, I can feel it in my throat Queen to the crown bow down to the throne Quick, let her hair down, locks into gold Sleep like tight bedtime stories told You know just release that, release, release, release (Right) you know? (Yeah) so... That's, that's where I'm trying to focus my attention Okay, alright, love you Alright love you too mom