sleeping days, pt. 2

i hope you woke to fireworks

in the arms of a grass-deep wizard

cause i can't bear to think

that you are gone

somewhere in my belly

my little boy is running

with unicorns and elmo

in one of daddy's songs. good morning

baby

why are you still sleeping?

you're a plastic boy on a plastic bed

why didn't they take me instead?

and i like to think you're sleeping

in a safe little bluebird's nest;

and i'll protect your memories

with the dragons in my chest

good night

baby

daddy's going crazy!

i'm choking on my sleeping pills

and hanging from the window sill. and i like to think you're dressed up

in the beads that momma made. and will you be there waiting

when they take my skin away?

and i'm awake for sleeping days

i'm awake for sleeping days