Cheery words from Dreamland
Bound by the chains of Morpheus
Constantly running away is just a novelty
Words to be told to inquirers
But ones that do remind me of where I return each night
To my bed, the vessel which chooses my fate
Roulette staring me straight, mocking its inevitability and my futile nature
Despite the almost methodical process, my fingers find themselves crossed
Expecting a smile on my face as I wake
Yet I am met with the same chasing thoughts and awake with a knot
Feelings that are given and cannot be taught
It’s funny that I even thought that I could outrun my demons
Not realizing that the only way I keep one step ahead of my pensiveness
Is because I made a deal with that same evil
Constantly running away is just a novelty
Words to be told to inquirers
But ones that do remind me of where I return each night
To my bed, the vessel which chooses my fate
Roulette staring me straight, mocking its inevitability and my futile nature
Despite the almost methodical process, my fingers find themselves crossed
Expecting a smile on my face as I wake
Yet I am met with the same chasing thoughts and awake with a knot
Feelings that are given and cannot be taught
It’s funny that I even thought that I could outrun my demons
Not realizing that the only way I keep one step ahead of my pensiveness
Is because I made a deal with that same evil