yea....i cant sleep.

[patrickplaytime]

now its so apparent that it was so last summer,
but i cant help still trying to come to a self-invite,
into the doors that are still so open,
i know that theres the potential;
so i can whisper something more fluid,
to make you realize, even at this distance,
im still trying to get back to living again,
and i cant start until theres peace,
in the hushed sounds of our future,
please...i never really know....
what the point of waiting for you to speak....
when youve stop your speech from opening,
another apperance of your heavy locked in; 
slept in, innoncent, and so sweet...
boy that put himself back to sleep.