Smoke induced sleep
I won't burn my hands like clarice
I feel like I know her
But sometimes my arms bend back
And this pattern
Is haunting my sleep
Black and white red lipstick
This curtains cannot close on me
My right arm can't write
When it's cloudy on my mind
The empty bottle of wine
And my baby comes to light my fire
And this pattern
Is haunting my sleep
Black and white red lipstick
The curtains cannot on me
The last line that I couldn't read
Maybe because it's a dream
I can't fix