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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