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Anything to wake me up. I’ve been asleep too long. Brushed red in my bedroom by insanity. Dry wind, cold moon, perfect clarity, clean breath, quick heart, clenched teeth - I can’t remember a thing. Flying down the highway with my hands tied. A loveless f**, a guiltless joyride, but if I told you right now I didn’t mean what it seemed, would you trust me? Would you trust me? Clean breath, quick heart, clenched teeth - I can’t remember a thing. Keep your eyes locked on me like a criminal, or hang my neck on a leash like an animal. Would you grant me the grace for these urges which I can’t control? And why would I stop? When what’s prescribed is never enough, except to prolong the inevitable with my head in my hands and my heart in my throat. I’ve been asleep too long.