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You are sleeping off your demons

When I come home

Spittle bubbling on your lips

Fine white foam

I am young and I am good

It's a hot Southern California day

If I wake you up

There will be hell to pay

And alone in my room

I am the last of a lost civilization

And I vanish into the dark

And rise above my station

Rise above my station

But I do wake you up and when I do

You blaze down the hall and you scream

I'm in my room with my headphones on

Deep in a dream chamber

And then I'm awake and I'm guarding my face

Hoping you don't break my stereo

Because it's the one thing that I couldn't live without

And so I think about that

Then I sort of black out

Held under these smothering waves

By your strong and thick veined hand

But one of these days

I'm gonna wriggle off on dry land