sleep

I was born to a father not around
I was born to a mother who wouldn't frown
I was born in a country of purple haze
I was born on a Friday in May

You died with a brother in the ground
You died with a sister who could not be found
You died in a country of purple haze
You died on that Friday in May

The walls are coming down
I don't know what to do about it
The walls are coming down around us
I don't know who to blame for it

You dreamt of a life without love
You dreamt of a wife and turtle doves
You dreamt of a country of purple haze
You dreamt about that Friday in May

I am scared of the nightmares I used to have
I am scared of the weapons we couldn't have
I am scared of the country of purple haze
I am scared of that Friday in May

I can't sleep