Sleeping Days, Pt. II
Cloud Cult / Craig Minowa
I hope you awoke to fireworks,
in the arms of a grass-stained wizard.
Because I can't bear to think that you are gone.
And somewhere in my belly my little boy is running
with unicorns and Elmo and 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?
I like to think that you are sleeping
In a safe little blue bird'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 a window sill.
I like to think you're dressed up
In the beads that Momma made.
Will you be there waiting,
When they take my skin away?