Don't Sleep - Aloha

Must have been an angel laying on me then

And with those curtains blowing on our closed windows

And there are no reminders, but I’ve known all along

I’m citing conversation word for word with you and

Elaborations

Dotted language

Not the inevitable

Not the eye contact

That was a sell

I have a photographic memory sometimes

They’ll stay up for hours just in case

You’d understand my crisis, so what

It’s not a crisis at all

And we have built an empire of sorts of free time

And I’ll sell you my labor, of course

It’s mine