Concussion

I hit my head three weeks after I left
You and had your consent
And my empty mind dreamed of your bed
And all the times we laid there

Sometimes when we were together
I thought about death
And I thought about when it happened
If you'd be by my bed
Saying my last rites
Holding my hand
After all of this
I don't think that you can
But I still want you too

I hit my head three weeks after I left
And I don't know if you noticed

Laying on the pavement
Thinking about the sound
Of your voice through
Of knocked espresso ground
Saying to me what
I didn't do enough

Last night in my dream you called me saying sorry
But then I woke up and it was just a dream

Sometimes when we were together
I thought about death
And I wasn't very sure
If you'd be at my bed



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Writer(s): Alex Simpson
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