S. Taylor Chew

January 14, 1988 - Memphis, TN
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Sleepy Late

Another night in my mind
Sleepy late, the borrowed kind
Why do I keep coming back here
When I know it’s empty inside?

I’m sorry the good Lord didn’t show
It’s hard to believe I know
That we’re all born broken and bitter
Good spirits are everything

What if you find me here
And I can’t calm down?
What if you find me
And it’s not me?

The mask, it fits like a uniform
Does it’s job to cover
Everything, anything other
Than what it should hide

Sleepy late and my mind is everything
But focused on anything
What ifs broken and you’re just hoping
Good spirits are everything

What if you find me here
And I can’t calm down?
What if you don’t?
What if you won’t?

I’m avoiding the crowds
In anticipation of a massive manic takeover
I can just count out the caps
It’s just enough for a makeover

But a true change of self
I wouldn’t show anybody else
Probably because you won’t recognize me
Good spirits are everything

What if you find me here
And I can’t calm down?
Buried in plain sight
Absent of sound
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