Sleep won’t come too soon
These thoughts keep spilling out of me
The words claim to give them home
But in my mind I know the truth
It’s all about you
It’s four out of five
Not by design or by intent
I know you’re always there
On the verge of a reality
I see a home with a worker and a writer
I smell and touch through intoxicated senses
Unreliable but infatuated with a truth founded
It’ll never be real but it won’t leave me
It taunts me for nights at a time
I can’t make it stop
I don’t know if I want to
Forever accosted by the if only
Fooling myself lust drunk
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