Mornings like holidays
Wake up late and think I'm safe
At last
All the letters are unopened
Keep the lights on in the corners
I get scared when I hear noises
When the phone rings now
Sometimes it's flowers
Somewhere I don't live
Sometimes it's worse, and
Sometimes it is what it is
When the sun comes up
Will I be asleep
When the sun comes up
Will there be anything
Sometimes there isn't
Sometimes it is what it is
Sometimes there isn't
Sometimes it is what it is
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