Sleep Talk - Caravels

The bits and pieces strewn about

The bleached receipts

My parent’s house

Stub my toe on a cabinet

They thrifted from town

The mess of things we’ve left to do

The coffee stains

The local news

Your grandfather was partial

To the same type of shoes

The bits and pieces strewn about

Flux of seasons

My parent’s house

Down the drain I see more hair’s been falling out

There’s more thinning now

Is that my brother’s blood coursing through my veins

When I try to take apart and piece back everything

Or the way I still need to take drugs to fall asleep

Is that my father’s pride or my father’s shame

A heavy enough hook where I can hang my name

Or the way I still need to take drugs to step outside

I think I’m just like you

I’m born and stretch into

The hand-me-down portraits

Relatives I’ve never met

Do you still talk in your sleep

When you think no one’s listening

I still like to think that there’s parts of me I casted myself

Do you still talk in your sleep

When you think no one’s listening