What These Pills Do

March 17, 2013
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I lie awake
and know the things I've done
my bed's a scaffold
beneath the burning sun
backwards hands
but when I close my eyes
the numbers run
like cars in the night

don't cry,
don't cry tonight
I've succumbed to restless minds
don't cry
don't cry
run upstairs, open wide

shaking hands
and eyes too far beneath
shoulders sunk
in rings from shining wreaths
I need someone
I need a pair of arms
I need someone
who can sew my scars

don't cry,
don't don't don't
don't cry tonight
I can't sleep with all this light
don't cry
please please please
stop crying
no no no, not
run upstairs, open wide.

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