Yr Mind

You dream about some afterlife
You can't get sane, you can't get right
The future gets so easy to ignore or put up with
The void gets filled with deadpan days
10-yard-stares, a million ways
So easy to suppress and bury anything unkind

Hey, your mind -
Like treasure maps and oceans I can't find
Search the deep (I know you're in there...)
Waiting for the key to unlock it

You dream about some afterlife
You can't get sane, you can't get right



Credits
Writer(s): Rosanna O'brien
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