Even asleep I know it can't be my bed. No Bukowski under the pillow. No sweater sleeves tied up in sheets. Actually, no pillow or sheets.
I wake up and don't know where exactly I am. I can't place anything. It happens in daylight too.
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and so you see I have come to doubt everything I once held as true, I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you (simonandgarfunkel).
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