Another frantic. Empty. Dark. Awakening. 
So tired of being asleep whenever I find happiness 
So tired of being asleep at all
Because when I wake you slip away again
And every dream of you I used to cherish is turning to a nightmare
Your lips, the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted
Albeit in a fantasy
Are dripping with poison; lies and false hope
And I don’t know if that’s reality or dreaming 
All I know is I want to wake up
And find your eyes 
Shining a promise of truth and safety
In this place next to me
But it’s never never never you
It’s just pillows and darkness and a tangled mess of sweaty sheets. 
I sit up and pull my hair off my neck 
(The place you kissed so passionately in my nightmare)
I dangle my feet in front of my fan
I feel myself. My whole self. Returning to reality
And I hate it I hate it I hate it
As the last part of my subconscious slips from your ethereal grasp into my pitch black room
4am. 
I ponder how I’ve been told
If you die in your sleep you die in reality.
And I hope in my next subconscious fantasy 
You’re a murderer; a burglar, drunk driver -
Anything but what you are
So my death might be quick 
'Cause you’re stealing my life regardless
But you aren’t that merciful, and
I’m not that smart
I leave the door to my soul unlocked every night
Praying you sneak in
And that’s just our kind of romance.