And I started spinning around
Before the sleep could knock me down
I tried to take my time
As I lied down last night
I tried to breathe in
And I tried to breathe out
But nothing ever took me
Away from the fucking agony
Of sleeping next to you
And waiting for the next morning
Midnight became my afternoon
Everybody in our room was ready
To throw me out by the door
Or throw me out of their lives
At 1AM, I just couldn't handle it
The feeling of not wanting to wait
So I took my cookies, took my pain
I got up and exorcized everything
And I started spinning around
Before the sleep could knock me down
I sat there at the hallway
Staring at the absolute nothing
Thinking about the sweetest
Things that I will never hear
I heard footsteps, it was a friend
They asked if I was okay
I could only say, "can't sleep"
They only said, "I hope you get better"
And I started spinning around
Before the sleep could knock me down
And the reeling phase comes on
Hitting me more than it should
Replaying memories I never lived
Making me feel what I never had
At 3AM, I just couldn't handle it
The feeling of not being able to
Wrap my arms around your body
And close the gap between us
The blood pumped inside me
Like a hundred racers on the street
Trying to reach the finish line
Before checking if the car's alright
Anxiety took over me
Like the love before the lust
Trying to control your feelings
Before checking if they fuck good
And I started spinning around
Before the sun could knock me up
And I started calming down
When the pills tried to knock me down
And I started spinning around
Before the sun could knock me up
And I started calming down
When the pills tried to knock me down
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The Storyteller Presents: San Miguel • poetry
PoetryPete Fox returns from his grave to talk about a story he lived when he was once alive: a trip to San Miguel when he was a young man.
