2:48 a.m.

and beth hart and i leave the light on,

i leave the light on.

my eyes burn like california in the summer,

but i’d rather have them suffer

than dream about the lost boy again.

he’s not from africa, but acts just as tormented

and flees this village to train for war.

(i got soul, but i’m not a soldier.)

he’s made two appearances in less than a week, so:

how many times do i have to say

to get away, get gone?

i want this sequence to end,

or i’m done with REM.

either way i end up restless, rest-less-

and i just want something new to dream about.