I see your heart beat through the bedsheets

I feel your pulse against the floor

I sleep the sadness that no one else sleeps

Feel me cunningly adore

As the tic tock clock lies goldilocks

What a sick enchanted view

Of the white blot sin that we all began

Not the girl that I once knew

Blue sunshine

I've got no vacancies

At the top of the clock was jesus spying on me

I spoke of friends

Point me which direction

I tried a bribe of when I die but swore he never mentioned.

I kicked and screamed

It's simple, you must sing

The day I take you, you'll be sleeping

You won't feel a thing

...a thing.