How many times will you visit me in my dreams this year?
Even with you on my mind
I've no intrest to see you at night
Recollections of wasted time
I was stuck in a cave that I crawled into backwards
What little fuel left in the lantern I carried
Would surely burn out in a matter of time
Not born into darkness but evolved to see without light
Tracing walls so blindly
But I treat them with kindness because they're the only comfort I know
And I'm at peace with this
Holding me when I cry and a lovely listener
Never interrupting a single word or tear
