How much more talking can we do
In the face of disagreement
In the face of something new
A face so ugly to you

The patterns in our curtains hang
Strained and pale against the dawn
In my chest I feel the bells clang
Without a thought my shoes slip on

And it’ll force me through the forcefield
My brain objects but knows it’s true
It’s fed on my magnetic blood
That’s polarised to repel you

You’re a heavy duvet
You’ve always kept me warm
Let my muscles atrophy
And soft edges sore
And I’m so well rested
That I sweat and spin
Waking up is an ending
If you might never sleep again

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