Melatonin
Here's the thing
I've got too much forest missing
For to see the tree
It's just content without context
Like the birds and bees
But I kept stinging birds
And then they'd murder me
Swallow me down then throw me up
Into some baby beaks
But I keep coming back each spring
Honey you heard me right
So don't dampen your brow
Over the afterlife
I've seen heaven and there
Wasn't another soul in sight
So count your blessings
If you are a cat with just 9 lives
Otherwise best strap in tight
Cuz it's a long, long ride
And you don't get to drive
I keep a glass of wine next to the bed
Gotta blacken out those dreams that tease my troubled head
Melatonin
If I can sleep when I'm dead
Then put me down
Then put me down
I am spent
I've been exhausted
The clock unwinds
And I've circled the sun now 29 times
And every one was awful fucking awful
And every one was fine so sublime
Now that I know I don't control
My being from my mind
I am slowly learning how to
Work this soul of mine
It's so consoling knowing
I can take my time
I loaf and I invite
I keep your book of poems on the shelf
From time to time I crack the spine so I remind myself
Or someone else
It's not the blade of grass itself
But the way it serves the field, the bird, the bee and everything else
Which overwhelms
My arctic heart n it starts to melt
Should I give up?
Should I shape up?
Is there a difference?
Should I get some help?
I've got too much forest missing
For to see the tree
It's just content without context
Like the birds and bees
But I kept stinging birds
And then they'd murder me
Swallow me down then throw me up
Into some baby beaks
But I keep coming back each spring
Honey you heard me right
So don't dampen your brow
Over the afterlife
I've seen heaven and there
Wasn't another soul in sight
So count your blessings
If you are a cat with just 9 lives
Otherwise best strap in tight
Cuz it's a long, long ride
And you don't get to drive
I keep a glass of wine next to the bed
Gotta blacken out those dreams that tease my troubled head
Melatonin
If I can sleep when I'm dead
Then put me down
Then put me down
I am spent
I've been exhausted
The clock unwinds
And I've circled the sun now 29 times
And every one was awful fucking awful
And every one was fine so sublime
Now that I know I don't control
My being from my mind
I am slowly learning how to
Work this soul of mine
It's so consoling knowing
I can take my time
I loaf and I invite
I keep your book of poems on the shelf
From time to time I crack the spine so I remind myself
Or someone else
It's not the blade of grass itself
But the way it serves the field, the bird, the bee and everything else
Which overwhelms
My arctic heart n it starts to melt
Should I give up?
Should I shape up?
Is there a difference?
Should I get some help?
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Writer(s): James Jackson
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