I think tears go to hide
Between the neat sheets in my closet
They fool around with the lost sleep
And lie close to the back of the drawer
Where it's cool and it's dark and it's silent.
At least that's what I'd do.
They slip away in the morning
When I'm too surprised at their bold defiance
To tell them to wait for a reason
They know too well
I won't.
It's not the time, it's not the place, just wait.
They don't anymore.
They know
No reasons come my way any more
So they hide between the sheets in my closet
Embracing my long lost sleep.
They know you're not coming back. I don't.
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