​bcpc

You sleep well again til I call you then
I heard you had a reason to talk some more and I file right back in line
Worthless in a way that I call foolish
Further more reason to chop it off and crawl the track for you

I wish you didn't change
When I saw you there
I heard your voice one million different ways, but I never did hear you
I burned up in a cave and I would draw human days
A person on the wall in softer form
Then you caught me on the roof