Don't Stay Up, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

I pull my bitten sleeves down over my shaky palms
and then I cover my ears.
You'd think after so many years,
I'd run out of tears.
But like magic I can pull them from the atmosphere.

But don't stay up at night.
I've tried to hide the way I feel
with an artificial zeal,
so you won't stay up at night.

Just please, I get so angry.
You're helping doesn't help at all.
Counting in my head as I focus on the wall,
all I really want to do is scream
and watch the shattered glass fall.

But don't stay up at night.
I've tried to hide the way I feel
with an artifical zeal,
so you won't stay up at night.

Sometimes, it's just too much.
I'm sorry if I seem a little harsh,
but I'm too full to fit anymore
clandestine thoughts in my aching head.

These recycled feelings consume so much space
and I know you can see it in my face.

You always stay up at night.

Posted: 2006-02-07 14:13:04 UTC

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2006-02-14 23:18:39 *****Junior Walker*****
Good poem

2006-02-16 19:50:57. QUEENIE .
good work, i really enojoyed reading this. :) touched my soul