Turn Off The Lights

I've been thinking about sleeping...
earlier days... times of tucking in
all the begging and convincing...
for just some water for drinking.

Those nights before my birthday
or before the last day of school.
The nights before Christmas
and school rhymes with yule.

I'm looking for an answer
for why I still must remember.
Covers and fresh air
just my nose could gather.

Over my head I still pull them tight
I'm not scared, just out of sight.
I pray to God if I die this night
It'll be just like they say
walk straight, right into the light.

There's no place like home and
here again I'm about to sleep.
Now I'm tucking myself in
and talking to no one.
I'm missing her... thirsting,
convincing and begging.