It's three in the morning.

Sleep tight

I thought about being something else entirely.
But, what are we but the best dream
of someone else's.

Some days,
you feel like the gleamers felled to corrosion.

Bump it up and down, don't burn yourself.
I know why you lit the fire,
Just don't know when.
Just don't burn yourself.

Let me tell you this,
eyes melt first when your body's aflame.
So don't burn yourself just to see,
The gleamer.

You can't see it in the mirror,
Not without eyes, not with your eyes.

You're still the best dream
of someone else's.

What does it matter!
What does it matter?

It matters a sea when you're me.
Dreaming about someone else's nightmare.
As someone's dreaming mine.

I wish.
I knew.