It's 6AM, I'm shivering beneath the bed sheets
The pillowcase fell off last night when I held it in my arms. I read
Short stories, while you twitched in your sleep beside me, your
Breath it fell so heavy, as I sat there in the dark
And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the
Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids
Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone
When I turned off the light, scribbling onto sticky notes
I am scared and that's the best that I can say
I work a job to pay the debt I owe my family, to pay back for
That one time I pushed your chin. All this hope I hold just buries
Its evil in me out of sight, but it slips through a whole
In my side, I've seen another of me and you