Pissed off and Faithless, I can’t get no sleep
Tried lullabies and counting sheep
Fantasised and nostalgia’s misty eyes
Still my mind ticks and my peepers wide
“Um are you still awake cos I think there’s a ghost in my room?”
Phone stays silent and so do you.
Its times like these I could do with a shipmate
To hold me tight when shadows trick, and clocks tick late
Na fuck that actually.
And I kick that sailor overboard
It’s better going solo; duvets mine to hoard.
I can hear foxy screeching and it somehow strikes a chord
Or maybe it’s a poor lady cat getting treated like a whore
Either way, it’s still late and I wish we could talk some more.
at 01:25 Posted by Kharas