You know you should lay your ghosts, but you`ve become used to them.
You make your bed at eve, stretch ghosts over the mattress, let the insane bed tuck up your dunes, hide your dreams under the pillow.
`You have made your bed, and you must lie on it`
At dawn you wash away the nightmares and wait for the daymares and the spectral echoes of canned laughter.
You swallow yourself - later it won`t help to put your finger down your throat. There won`t be a finger, there won`t be a throat. Send " Lay" Ringtone to your Cell