two nights this week i didnt fall asleep till five

palm reader was all youre a hunter

you werent meant sleep in the night

you werent meant to sleep alone

you werent meant to be alone

there was a time that i couldnt stand being alone

but you, dear internet,

made it so we’re never alone

you shrunk this big blue ball down to a dot

even apple maps doesnt know if this is LA or manilla

if im busblog or j dilla

gypsy lady says yr all things and

no things

but sleep sweet prince


we’ll be here in the morning