Sleeping

You lay on your floor line to sorry mistake
If the words never come
Will you meet me half way?
I’m happy to talk If you’re happy to stay
On some days I’m a nobody crossing the play
Days don’t talk after years under sideline
But I guess, that places are to haunt
Your shimmering view are the places I could choose
All you want is a place to be alone
Everyone knows that we’ll all die alone
One way or another we will be all alone
But I can still feel all the muscles that grow
Then I can live watching the hopes you disturb
Which I would still sleeping on each side at home
On some days I’m a nobody crossing the play
Days don’t talk after years under sideline
But I guess, that places are to haunt It’s better and safe to just sleep and
sometimes sleeping is what you’ve got
You move your flow to… days
If words never come
Will you meet me half way?
I’m happy to talk If you’re happy to stay
On some days I’m a nobody crossing the play