Shot up in a cold sweat
A vision in my head
Again we’re both dying
I turn over to you
It’s no use
Try to stop trying

A touch on my back
Keeps me from crying

Laid out on my carpet
Eyes stuck half open
My own captive audience
To hostile dreaming

No touch on my back
To slow down my breathing

Can’t cough it off
My throat is still burning
Breathe it all out
Float above what I’m feeling

I can’t change that I want you
Can’t stop what I’m feeling
A touch on my back
You’d slow down my breathing

I can’t let the terrors go
Without your pull in close
Every night that I’m alone
Illusions take their hold

and im getting too tired for trying

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