Breath in, breath out
There's too many things to think about
Like how many stars are in the sky
There's too many to count but I can try
Indigo paint, strokes large and smooth
A thousand lights illuminate the moon
The values range from dark to light
Quick feet get up to cut off the light
Breath in, breath out
There's so many things to think about
Head on my pillow, tucked into my sheets
My eyes wide awake, as I try to call for sleep
Relaxed body, crossed hands
Intimate feet, shushed breathing as my mind expands
White ceiling, door ajar
Racing thoughts too fast, they've gone too far
Breath in, breath out
There's a vast number of things to think about
My brains is a creature of conspiracies
It asks these questions, forms these theories
One small mind, One large world
Too many things for this tired girl
Eyes growing dimmer as the sun awakens
The long night has robbed my sleep
My dreams it has taken
