It's time to sleep. It's tomorrow again says the clock so I curl in my bed.
I pretend you're there, I pretend you're laying against the wall and I have my arm around your shoulders and I can feel your breath. I remember you hate noise when you're sleeping, and turn off the radio and TV, then curl with the imaginary-you in the silence.
It makes me feel silly but it helps me sleep.
i won't let you say goodbye, and i'll be your reason why.
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