Feel free to ignore this but I found you by searching for 'Van Atta High' in tags in the hope of finding their cover 'Baby Please Come Home' I was wondering whether you had the song because I lost it when buying a new laptop and I can't find it anywhere, it'd be much appreciated :) x
I’m sorry, I don’t have it, and I can’t seem to find it on the internet, either! D:
This is what New Jersey does to a person like you.
Sleep is a figment of your imagination.
Quit chasing things that will never come to fruition.
Like sleep. And sleeping. And having slept.
Sleeping on a bed of bricks never made you well.
You live your life on a bus where the sun never sets,
but morning always comes too soon.
Your eyes try to close but your dreams keep you awake,
thinking about things they’ll cut out of you.
You know it has to happen.
You just need to know when.
Never imagine when you can breathe.
You keep calm and quiet for centuries inside,
or so it would seem.
One foot in front of the other.
Brick by brick you build your bed.
Mornings were never my thing. Especially when I can’t sleep through the night. Don’t mean for this to be in poetic form. Just the jumbled up thoughts of a sleep deprived person driven crazy by anxiety. Waiting to reach my breaking point.