Last night I was in bed
Staring at a blank screen
It was 11:55, and I turned to the one I lay by
mumbled to her
Sometimes I’m afraid of sleep
afraid of tomorrow
It’s like
I’ve left my soul in the oven
And if I sleep, it’ll burn away before the sun rises again
She let out a long sigh,
Like she do every night
Turned to face me,
Snuggled close and whispered
When you hear midnight scraping at our window
You can be sure that I’ll be here in the morning
If he threatens to kill the growth you’ve had
Shout for me and I’ll cut ‘im
