Crash/Repeat

And why would you insist That I kinda miss it? For me it’s a mix We talk on the phone But you’re real in your tone Context is different Now everything’s gone Dreaming is hatred And I want to sleep til I’m old And why would you insist That I could have missed this? Feelings get mixed I care not for what you think of me But feel only you, and fear what I think I found a sheep and Crawled into its body I’m asleep so Nobody find me Mind over matter My mind doesn’t matter What matters is mine And the latter won’t raise the dead Hey!