You Make It Hard To Sleep
You make it hard to sleep without you,
anticipation feels like chaotic lines;
My pulse has become arbitrary
devoid of a purpose to persist;
Anticipation feels like chaotic lines
interchangeable beginning and end;
Devoid of a purpose to persist,
alone I toss and turn in bed;
Interchangeable beginning and end
my pulse has become arbitrary;
Alone I toss and turn in bed,
you make it hard to sleep without you.
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