and I'm tired, mostly.
and I sleep it off during the day but at night I'm groggy still, under eyes rawed with something
colorful.
nasty eyed, and I'm pulled, drawn out into the night with some friends and we're drawn
too and I'm drawn with them by some ink of my own --
my mind and I'm tired,
mostly.
and I sleep it off during the day but at night I roared with you in a language in our language but I'd
practiced before.
and I'm drawn outward and I think about my bed and you and me in it but mostly laying there, my stomach full and sleepy.
but I'm here with my friends I'm out with my friends and I'm
happy
to be here but not to be.
But at night I sang some song titled,
some song titled, "I knew it all"
cause I'm dead in my dreams, then,
I'm dead then in my dreams and I'm crying out, then,
"I knew it all."
I'm comfortable there,
in my dreams,
and I'm kind of there now and that's how I
write this...
...but,
dawn is close...