show me a tear that's not worth crying

and i'll show you an actor.

all you get from faking a feeling is a disaster
that ends up stealing most of your laughter and
peeling away at your skin like mine in piles of
"wash out the worry" cause it's dirty as cancer
and if i get clean i will wake up after. shaking
off this bad dream.

but i forgot how to wake up
so i take up space,
hanging out with orion's belt around my waist-
while the pace of my heart plays the bass

well, all the gases that earth passes are just
sunspots on my glasses, and for what it's worth,
sometimes i don't even know...
where i go when i go. dreaming in the same place
every night means going to bed to another life,
feeling like i haven't slept. as if those large bodies
of water have finally swept me out to a sea of dreams
where i'm no queen- but they're trying to tell me something...

i don't know just what it is
blinking dust off my eyelids...

sleeping is the best way of keeping secrets