Whisper in my Head

Let me whisper my head
Let me whisper the lovely dead gently to ya
So you're realising all the pretty lies
And the presences that
Don't believe that
Are all around you

Sometimes you wake up on a day where makeup
Finds its way on your face
And I'm holding your hands
On this misty morning
Sitting up by the window
So the snow and sunshine outside
Illuminates around your gorgeous self

I can be your angular devil
Or a deviation
From the angеls that I used to inspire to be
I can bе your pillow
Or i can be your whole entire bed
Let me be your tears
Let me be your pjs

Every break we give ourselves is justified
Sometimes the best that we can do is stay safe tonight

There exists a singular choice that is completely inconsequential
Your friends won't leave you behind
And your perfect first impressions become immortal
But don't try attempting to make it no one
Even knows what it really is yet
Its been theorised that Mr. Rogers took that secret to his grave

I can't depart from everywhere
And never return
For then I'll end up returning somewhere
But the amount of things I'd like to never return to
Are growing drastically with every breath I take