Here’s to good sleep

It’s ten minutes to midnight

The voices are singing

The first soprano is belting out the truth

Eight minutes to midnight 

The voices are familiar 

They sound like home, I can hardly resist 

Six minutes to midnight

Everybody is in their places, waiting for the inevitable 

I gussy myself up 

Four minutes to midnight 

I’m pretty, tell me I’m pretty 

I’ve made myself up for you

Two minutes to midnight

So warm, so easy

Like slipping into a bath, squeeze the ducky

It’s midnight 

I’m alone, not sure what to do 

The bombs drop, death everywhere

At least Im clean. 

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