I can hear the tv click on in
The living room
I know that he's awake
I can hear the soft static coming
From the dark box
Even though my door is closed
I can still see your tired eyes
Glancing at the screen as if
Sleep is a bad luck charm
That you wouldn't dare take
The creaks of the couch echo
Around our small home
Your sighs are muffled but still
Clear as day
All I can hope for is to fall asleep
Before your show ends
M.R
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