Unlocked the front door before I went to sleep 
in case, despite all the years, you'd come to look for me. 
And I know, since we talked last, I'm on a different street, 
but I hope that some nights, you still reach for me. 

The light in the hallway flickers and burns, 
and the ghosts in my closet all take their turns 
to creep into my dreams which seem to confirm 
that to wake up alone is what I deserve. 

But I talk about you in my sleep. 
It's the only time I still say your name. 
I think I buried you too deep 
inside my chest 
I never rest. 
And I'm not quite the same. 
I'll never be the same. 

The TV is on so there's some noise around, 
and it quiets my crying and my world crashing down, 
but I know if I'd listen, I'd be the talk of the town 
where my sins aren't forgiven. 
I keep letting me down. 

My window is open and it rattles the walls. 
It rattles my bones, it blows through them all. 
And my house made of cards is one gust away 
from falling apart. Nothing good stays. 

I talk about you in my sleep. 
It's the only time I still say your name. 
I think I buried you too deep 
inside of my chest. 
I never rest. 
And I'm not quite the same.  
And I'll never be the same.  

Pillow talking.  
Sleep walking. 
Looking for you 
in the life in my head. 
Silence calling. 
This is dawning. 
You're gone from my life, 
and the life I have left. 

I think I buried you too deep. 
You're in my chest. I never rest. 
And I'm not quite the same. 
And I'll never be the same. 

Unlocked the front door before I went to sleep 
in case, despite all the years, you'd come to look for me.  

'Sleep Talking' - 12/04/23