Moon Willows Tantrums

I will bring you sleep

If yelling brings you peace, my love,
yell on.
If hatred brings you peace, my sweet,
hate along.
If blood in your hands bring you peace, my dear,
just keep spilling.
If bullying brings you peace, my precious,
take them down.
If burning brings you peace, my precious,
let me get lawn chairs'
firestarters,
smore sticks,
marshmellows'
and sungalsses.
We'll set the world on fire.
And once you've laid down your head
once you mind has drifted,
and soon your eyes will open, my love
Your destruction becomes apparent, my sweet
We will have a mess to clean, my dear
But unlike anymore else, I will be there to help you, my precious
So long as you're able to sleep at night.