Will we be buried in this bed?
And would we mind it if we were?
Who’s there that’s talking?
Where does that sound originate?
You chase meaning
Down a mumbling hallway
You grab its tail
And it says it wasn’t running
Place your hand there again
Hair in my mouth again
And now the only sound is breathing
Soon we’ll be sleeping
And you’ll tap my forehead
To stop me from snoring