Bed Time

I think you're doing pretty well
I think you're just fine
To pretend
To be short on time

Frown to a smile
Quiet when it's loud
Fly away, never land, lost in the clouds
Warm when she's around
Touch full of life
Lost now I'm found
Hugs when I cry
Widows on my back, web of lies when he speaks
Bodies lay down slow, eyes low when he bleeds

I can be the Malcom in the Middle whenever you need me
I'll bleed for whatever you need
Blink, when I rethink me
How I be reaching, resync
In sync, fiend to the seen
I need to out this, but I'm mouthless
Words are bounded
Eyelids still awake when he dream
Heart beats slow when he breathes
Falls deep into sleep

How was yours, how was, uh
So everything has worked out okay with your classes?
Yeah, everything's sorted, uhm like you know
Doing my thing, I-I did my private lesson today
Uh, that went well (you did what?)
My private lessons, with my instructor (oh, okay, got it)
Okay good, and so then

Walks in the wood bare feet to the floor
Cold tip toe, unlock doors slow
Fear runs deep, latched onto the soul
Parallel pale faced-ed like ghosts
Back of the room, eyes locked to the screen
Blood stands still, plots thick he's a fiend
Nightmares right there, that's what he seen
Face to the bedsheets, loud when he screams

Under the covers the underworld pledged to his ear
Grabbing at his feet, soaked youth stained tears
Benevolent, prolly heaven sent she appears
Sword in arms with a crest, duel wield spears
Fights to the darkness, tryna stop this
Knocked off when the night ends, stop to the fear
But not what I feel, feel's non-stop when I sit right here
Huh

It's just, you know, when you leave with a bad record like that, you know
Like, like you just didn't follow, instructions or whatever, you know
But, uh, I mean
The thing you had mentioned about your, uh

Knock on the door who done knocked all the lights out
Sore throat, sip Mr. T with a night-gown
Fresh wet-dream make 'em scream to the night now
Get too scared, wet the bed when it's lights down
When he lay down, pray like a lamp does
Cold when it's lights out, off to the lighthouse
Feels like he tied down, ride on life now
Wet stained lips from her kiss

Sleep walk when I sleep talk, I don't sleep a lot
Got a sore spot in my back when I'm near
Read tall tales when the king comes
With his Kingsman, smack down like onomatopoeia
Cold from the ground, I can feel it in my throat
Queen to the crown bow down to the throne
Quick, let her hair down, locks into gold
Sleep like tight bedtime stories told

You know just release that, release, release, release
(Right) you know? (Yeah) so...
That's, that's where I'm trying to focus my attention
Okay, alright, love you
Alright love you too mom