“Give me something to believe in, a breath from the breathing. So write it down, I don’t think that I’ll close my eyes.. because lately I’m not dreaming, so what’s the point in sleeping? It’s just that at night, I’ve got nowhere to hide.. so I write you a lullaby.Those being lyrics to Jack's Mannequin's Hammers and Strings.
I wrote this a few days ago in response to that song. Read on, Ms. Mary!
Your memory follows me.
Everywhere.
Almost.
You haunt corners of my mind.
Always there.
Drifting.
I hear you in all our songs.
In the chords.
Singing.
You're in the taste of whiskey.
Every shot.
Burning.
In the scent of the pillows.
You are there.
Breathing.
Yet, you're never in my dreams.
So why sleep?
Ever?
Almost.
You haunt corners of my mind.
Always there.
Drifting.
I hear you in all our songs.
In the chords.
Singing.
You're in the taste of whiskey.
Every shot.
Burning.
In the scent of the pillows.
You are there.
Breathing.
Yet, you're never in my dreams.
So why sleep?
Ever?
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