Sleep Deep - Mwahaha

I took that picture of you, just sitting in my room

the rain outside made tires scream at the dying afternoon

but somehow way back then our wasted time

it seemed well spent

why do we need now, its never here

it just becomes what we miss

and then the sun goes down we’ll sleep

deep

under our coats

I took your soul

like you’d never really know

but now will become just then

just like it always has

there’s always the chance of the sun

exploding

into our heads

over our beds

killing us all