Terminally Chill - Neon Indian

Fast asleep

She’s been waiting

To creep

For a long time

Faint lit eyes

Slowly

Swallowing vibes

From the waist line

Only dreams

Can deliver

These things

To my bedside

Any shrugs

Says shes

Pulling the plugs

To the outside

Lengthy days

In

Lovesick haze

Chemical fried

Lofty phase

Pulling minimum waits

Fans to desire

Lucid nights

Brings her

Perfumed sight

To admire

All in all

Moments

To recall

And retire