Bath

Hoping and praying For a dream that could carry you to me Listless, sleepless Seven nights I'd endure if you could see Why It's always It's always something It's every anxious word you write It's always something Watching you stir, bathed in white light Wasted, debated Writing prose that was meant for you to read Sober, need closure Careful words, something pure that might just be Some sign It's always It's always something It's every anxious word you write It's always something Watching you stir, bathed in light Watching you stir bathed in white light Bathed in light It's always something It's every anxious word you write It's always something Watching you stir, bathed in light What's one more fight?