When you crawl into bed
you always pull the blankets too tight
you can lay your drunken head on my pillow
soft and white
it's always black circles around your eyes
darker still
such dead slumber will get you nowhere in the end
do you wish someone was there to rock you to sleep and hold you near?
well, that won't be me
do you dream at all?
i don't believe you do
Tilly and the Wall
