Sixty minutes in bed
You've been in my head for much longer
One of many,
I wish they'd all stop and leave me be
Why not?
Is there something I've done to deserve this?
Do I need to atone via an obscure ritual excavated from a psychedelic shaman's Instagram?
I wouldn't like it if that was the answer, but I'll do it if it's required
Let me know
Love,
Travis