The big wooden heart
We keep in the hallway
Fell over and made the loudest noise
And I cried
I was dreaming
I was driving down the highway
With the top down
And each bump in the road
Was a kick drum
And I was without you
And it felt like I was
Covered in flames
I woke up
When the wooden heart fell
And had a shower
And the post-it notes
You left on the mirror
Fell
Like leaves in a river
Wake up and come home
I want to tell you
It’ll all be ok
You’re the only one I’ve told
Why I can’t tell anyone
Anything
At
All
[…] via While You Sleep. […]
I want to come home. I’m tired. I don’t want to go to NY. I accept myself for all that I am.