Thinking is Dangerous
Dim stars stuck on the ceiling
Paint on the walls peeling
I'm lying in a room
Quieter than a tomb
Barely breathing in my bed
While others sleep like the dead
I can't stop thinking about us
Despite how dangerous
It makes the sheets feel cold
With no one here to hold
Dreaming of you while awake
Feels so real but I know it's fake
Tonight again, I will not sleep
For softly, into my pillow I weep