sleep walking with gasoline

[notenoughpills]

My mind has made something of you that will never be. Something of those nights and the place I thought we could both call home. Seems I'm the only one left filling the pages of letters addressed to the hopes of you and me. "I miss you" 8 letters that keep repeating themselfs. Tearing my sleeping patterns to shit. So Take me home tonight. Fall asleep next to you. And if not light this match and feel the warmth of Summers past, that winters been stealing from these rooms.

P.S. Someone make winter a little less shitty this time around.