You have a tendency of falling asleep on me,
I didn't exactly expect it
I can almost see dreams passing under the lids of your eyes
So, just once, I'll sing you a lullaby.
I'll stitch it out of leather,
like the jacket you love to steal.
I'll weave it out of light,
like when I saw the comets fly above your head
(I don't think you noticed)
I'll sew it out of memories,
Just so it seems real.
Seems that you liked it.
You smiled when it was done.
Later tonight, I'll slit my wrist,
and write down your song
with the ink that flows
through my veins and through my soul