the beekeeper.

still life.

i held you in my arms just yesterday.
when you lie,
you always touch your hair.
when you tell me that he wasn't there.

you call me when you wake up
and you stayed calm
because i choked up and...
maybe we're both fucked,
or maybe i'm just bad luck.
so i'll make up my bed,
try to get high,
try to forget what you said.

then i'll call you again
because i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.

i don't feel like i used to,
and you don't look like you want to.
your skin crawls,
and my jaw clicks.
it's not bad if you're used to it.
not broke if it can't be fixed.
not real if you question it.
not clean if we're still a mess,
and we're still a mess.

you get sick,
so you quit school.
we're dead broke,
but it fits you.
it's not like it won't get you, too.
i was just like you.
start making my bed,
try to get clean,
try to forget you instead...

but i'll call you again
because i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.
i can't sleep.

still life - dawn golden