Feeling Too Much

Pillow

Run into the room

Hiding behind your pillow

It's not going to be the same soon

But you can't bring yourself to think about it

And while it's going on, part of you's not there

Just checking to make sure the door's locked properly

When it's in your clutch

You nod and then fall asleep 

Was the numb guilt after

Worth the loss of memory?

If it was for the healthy pleasure, why would you be focused elsewhere?

But it is addiction

So you can't hide 

Were the first few feelings

Worth the last few good-byes?

I'm young, I don't know what you're talking about

Lies, lies, no one can hide

So that pillow with so many purposes

Is now useless for everything

Except your bedtime dreams

But be nice

It's been through a lot

You'll never know