[Morning Bliss by Jason Branton]

 

These escalating numbers come for me
Wrap around my neck with a serpents grip
Ripping me from my roots of sleep
Now I sit here in melancholiness
Eyes watering, this pain is deep
These numbers pulled me from my bliss
My land of dreams with you
I don’t know how to return to this
The roads to a place with you now too few
So I close my eyes and pray for bliss
But my concentration soon detonates
And I'm left wide eyed again
For my hearts too heavy for the things this takes
Now I must wait from dreams in which smiles we make

 

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