Dreamers & Sleepers

I’ve put too many friends in the ground

Before I ever really learned how

To live and to Love

and to laugh when I mess up

and I know the way I live would never make them proud


Perhaps the reaper is jealous of those that live well, and so he takes away the best

Or maybe he meant to take me but hit my friends instead

Maybe he tries to get rid of all the fools like me

But his aim is always off from his last glass of whiskey


And maybe my dead friends are cheering me on now

I can almost hear the sighs as I turn around

To run from my fears and take my eyes off the clouds

Because my dreams are somewhere up there

Or maybe they’re with my dead friends now


So reaper, if you can hear my voice

I’ll warn you, you’ve got just one choice

You can leave me well alone or choose to take my poor soul

But for today, I live as a Dreamer, and rejoice

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