“Okay so you’re telling me you get erratic in the dark?”

‘Yessir.’

“And you claim the shadows seem to move?”

‘They whisper to me, call to me Sir.’

“How does this make you feel? Threatened? Uncomfortable?”

‘Living on borrowed time, Sir.’

“Well, just sounds like you’re afraid of the dark. Try sleeping with the light on next time?”

‘Okay, Sir.’

It’s alright, you’re alright

Only living on a prayer

Throwing pleas in the air

For promises they’d never care

It’s alright, we’re alright

You’d better sleep damn tight

Glue your eyes and seal your fears

Make the cries they’ll never hear

It’s a good one,

you’re great, you’re alright

Given everything you’ll ever want

At the only time that it will bite

Wake and sleep and wake in sleep

Awaken deep in counting sheep

Of poisons you want to keep

Drink and drink and barely think

Don’t be great, be perfect

That’s what you are

See no ruined lives

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