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Flying through the clouds,

Used to be a nightly passion,

And now the only passion I get from the bed,

Is sex as the slumber never sneaks up on me.

I'm sick of lying with these pills,

Trying to catch a moment,

Where I can dream,

Or at least close these shattering eyes.

When the lights get blind,

I drift away,

Praying for the better day,

But it hasn't come just yet...

I think it might come... but not just yet...

So stay awake with me...

Please.

Because this pillow,

And these pills,

Are getting kinda lonely.