cold sweat

My mind is like a treasure trove of tragedies I keep

I count the vultures in my head to help me fall asleep

Everything's connected and you found me in my dreams

Sitting in a snowstorm staring at a screen

I woke up in a cold sweat in the panic of my room

I swear to god I saw a spirit and I know that it was you

No time to think of things to say in the moments that you fade

I'm sorry that I stole your book what a stupid thing to say

I wanna peek through the cracks

I wanna see where you go

I wanna know you're alright