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Saccharine Dreams in Okay

  • March 31, 2026, 1:31 a.m.
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Citizen / Sleep


I'm so tired, 
But I can't stop being in motion
Cuz it's in those quiet moments 
Like before the sun starts to burn the day away,
Or when the moon cracks the dark sky in two
When the ghost of you pulls me from my distractions
And I can't think straight anymore
The memories come rushing back 
Like a tidal wave of regret
And soft-spoken words that went unsaid,
or in exchange for words meant to stab into the side of a love I could never count on
So I pull the covers over my head and try to sleep 
But burned into the back of my eyelids, 
Your strands of sandy, flowing hair, 
Your burning, hypnotic, hazel eyes, 
Those white teeth, hidden behind glossy, pouted lips
It's where you reside, it's where your memory shifts and pulls
Like I'm caught in a riptide I can't escape
So I keep my eyes open,
So I keep moving,
So I don't have to feel this 



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