The Night Shift
Her eyes were closed, she fell asleep beside me
Our friends are all at home they left in such a rush
And I wish they knew why I only come out to party
I let her rest, it’s late enough already
Recalling dreams is violence to their memory
But drifting feels so cruel when at night your left so lonely
And the white plaster wall becomes the shadow’s canvas
I feel my eyelids fall, the nightmares come back to haunt me
But at least the nightmares are an exercise in creativity
My mind can rest when picturing the eerie
And when the night shift comes I awaken from my stupor
Anxiety plagues us all, but it grips me so especially
