Sleep Instead of Life

home
 I call it linoleum floors
 a rotting wood porch and kids
 singing to 80s pop songs
 I sleep in my clothes and dream
 pretty terrible things
 I wish I could dream of you
 but it gets harder each night
 I barter your light for lust
 sleep
 for most of the day if I can
 I'd rather not go and dance
 because you're always too close
 you step on my toes I can't
 think of a way to say no
 or think of thinking of those ways
 why would I want to get up
 I'd probably fuck up some more
 home never seemed so sad
 kids never seemed so sad
 my dreams never seemed so sad
 you never seemed so sad
 sleep never felt so good
 your dance never seemed so sad
 I can't but I wish I could
 some days
 I am so fucked up