Smoke induced sleep
I won't burn my hands like clarice
I feel like I know her
But sometimes my arms bend back

And this pattern
Is haunting my sleep
Black and white red lipstick

This curtains cannot close on me

My right arm can't write
When it's cloudy on my mind
The empty bottle of wine
And my baby comes to light my fire

And this pattern
Is haunting my sleep
Black and white red lipstick

The curtains cannot on me
The last line that I couldn't read
Maybe because it's a dream
I can't fix