Deep Dream

Three A.M Losing it again, love Caught awake in bed Feeling like the dead dusk She kills me sweetly She's a loaded clip of antifreeze I swear I haven't slept in weeks I wish to rest my head In an imageless retreat She wakes me like a crook Come to steal me from my Sleep Each day is on repeat An alarm inside my head Slip away into a deep dream Am I better off than dead? Broken glass I bask in the ambrosia Erase my facts Collapse into composure I climb these crowded lines I'm traffic on the BQE I wander shapeless through the streets Blind, wasted, overlooked Throwing whispers to the breeze Helpless, she has me hooked Like I'm tearing at the seams Each day is on repeat An alarm inside my head Slip away into a deep dream Am I better off than dead? Each day is on repeat An alarm inside my head Slip away into a deep dream Am I better off than dead? Am I better off than dead? Am I better off than dead? Am I better off than dead? Am I better off than dead?