bedtime

lock my dungeon lock it tight say good night to all that's wrong sing along to a lullaby song don't forget to say a prayer for me salvation's invasion isn't inevitable for thee dream sweet dreams and save me a seat when the lord your soul to keep loose my guard for while i slumber closet skeletons hide under my bed waiting for REM to set in and craw within my head don't hog the sheets i wake up and creep along the shadowed halls looking for that sink of yours to compliment the suppliment of H2O and so i go to hell's kitchen and well i couldn't find a glass so would you be so kind as to cry me a sinkfull and get me a sinfull of wet dreams it's not what it seems i'm just giving into you don't be shocked by what i wrote so sue me if spoke to soon what are you to do about it sit and grit your teeth don't be freaked by what i wrote down the sound of silence is broken by violence me killing the english language like i said don't be freaked i'm just writing in my sleepone of those restless nights. having no idea what i was doing or why i was still up at 3 in the morning. Written August 29th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 06:10 AM PST   17 • 0 • 14