Until I’m Sleepy Tell me an old story. Make it about your past. Not expecting an allegory, something for my mind to cast, just until I’m sleepy. Tell me a tale about when we first met, my letter in the mail, you were hoping to get, just until I’m sleepy. Tell me your memory about that warm spring rain, when you returned from college, and I met you at the train, just until I’m sleepy. Tell me there was a time when we lived together, when I surprised you with a sweater made of heather, just until I’m sleepy. Don’t tell me the ending it’s just too hard to bear. The sound of your voice still lingers in my ear. Tell me a story to help me close my eyes, until I forget about it, until this feeling dies, just until I’m sleepy.
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