Wet Dreams, by Skye
Buildings and rooms I remember were distorted
You died and I did not first cry but imagined you were a phone call away
The world was heavy and my pillow was wet
You died and I thought I’d call you to tell you about it
Buildings and rooms I remember were distorted
You died and I did not first cry but imagined you were a phone call away
The world was heavy and my pillow was wet
You died and I thought I’d call you to tell you about it