You Go Beep In Your Sleep

I left my makeup on your pillow and my phone number by the stairs

not to say that i didnt care

but i hope you wonder why i wasnt there



you're not the only boy on earth

with a clever line and a fourth of

enough stuff to fuck us both up

checkmarks on your bed and a tip cup



now i could try to change or i could try to change you

its not a question of persuasion

its the substance that we're made of



you twist and turn in your sleep

its had its painful endings but i'm not frustrated

i'm just wondering what your dreams are made of