'late nights'
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talking to the moon
forever in your light
thoughts are in my head
filling up my mind
wish that i could sleep
and dream pleasently
instead i think of all
the things i could've
It's one of those nights. Phantoms scratching at the
window panes begging to be let in, for me to acknowledge
them after being numb for so long. My lizard brain hisses
my mind is dead
the dreams long gone
without your hell
i'm pleasantly numb
those nights i've bled
staying up past dawn
you've ruined my life
i'm pleasantly numb
