Hysteria

I’m getting sick worrying about you
Or is it the opposite I’m supposed to do?

My fingers become snakes
The shadows wander in the gardens
We were used to play
I stayed next to the bed
You never really slept
Hopefull you might make it, you might come back

I can not leave
I can not be
I can not leave
I can not be

Going on?
Sleeping arms and sleeping legs
Can’t carry on
Hysteria makes me numb
Makes me numb
Makes me numb

I shut my mouth and get along
The air is thick
And disgust is strong
What am I about to become?

My fingers become snakes
The shadows wander in the gardens
We were used to play
I stayed next to the bed
You never really slept
Hopefull you might make it, you might come back

How do I care in motionless distress?
How do I lay these thoughts at rest?
I’m getting sick worrying about you
Is this what you are going through?