Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

midnight calls

When I lay on this bed, it's to sleep
It's to close my eyes and enjoy the peace
But when I lay my burdens drop
Unto my chest and into my mind
And I stare at the ceiling and out the window
For answers which I never have
All the ignoring of my problems follow me to my bedside
That's when I think of all the thoughts which bug me
I close my eyes but it doesn't help
Then I feel like writing and I get stuck
For I choke on the words before I can get them out
Its the only way I feel at peace
The only way I feel at peace is to pour out my emotions onto a medium
But it's hard sometimes
So I think of you
And I interrupt your sleep
I hear your voice travel through the air
I hear you move around in your bed
Trying to hear me properly
So I can tell you what's up
I hear you try to pull yourself out of sleep
So you could let out a hand or an ear
But tonight I'll allow you to sleep
It's only fair that you do
I appreciate all your effort
And for how much you held my heart to stay in the right