There’s all of these faces with people’s feet
Walking in and out of my head.
They’ve all got words to throw at me:
Don’t do that but do do this
And don’t be afraid of a thing.
Sometimes I’m wishing
That we could be switching
And I’d start all over again.
I’ll sit right here in the dark for a while.
I’ve got all night till the morning comes.
I can’t go to sleep for fear of my dreams
They aren’t scary, just strange, and they mess with my mind jumbling everything together together together a big mess of thoughts that can’t be sorted or worked through or categorized they just meld and mesh and erupt until they overwhelm
It’s all of those faces and feet going by.