grass looks greener on the other side
i had broken sleep last night. and what sleep i did have, it was the same dream. this reoccurring nightmare.
she sat inside the train, speechless. i sat there, but didn't think much of it. train inspectors came and i had forgotten to validate my ticket, i got off to validate, and the train left. with her on it.
the dreams felt so real. disturbingly real.
i bumped into steven at la porchetta at 4 in the morning. we talked. she called him. i wondered why. i never knew why.
i've been thinking about it too much. what the mind thinks about during the day, it comes back to haunt you at night.
everyone knew that she'd left me, only i was the one careless enough not to know. the flame has extinguished and i didn't know.
i was sweaty when i woke. breathing hard. grasping my blanket. hm... i hate broken sleeps.
she sat inside the train, speechless. i sat there, but didn't think much of it. train inspectors came and i had forgotten to validate my ticket, i got off to validate, and the train left. with her on it.
the dreams felt so real. disturbingly real.
i bumped into steven at la porchetta at 4 in the morning. we talked. she called him. i wondered why. i never knew why.
i've been thinking about it too much. what the mind thinks about during the day, it comes back to haunt you at night.
everyone knew that she'd left me, only i was the one careless enough not to know. the flame has extinguished and i didn't know.
i was sweaty when i woke. breathing hard. grasping my blanket. hm... i hate broken sleeps.