An Illustration of Loneliness (Sleepless in New York) - Courtney Barnett

I lay awake at four

Staring at the wall

Counting all the cracks backwards

In my best french

Reminds me of a book

I skim read in a surgery

All about palmistry

I wonder what's in store for me

I pretend the plaster is the skin

On my palms

And the cracks are representative of

What is going on

I lose a breath

My love line seems intertwined with death

I'm thinking of you too

I lay awake at three staring at the ceiling

It's a kind of off white maybe it's a cream

There's oily residue seeping from the kitchen

It's art deco necromantic chic

All the dinner plates are kitsch with

Irish wolfhounds

French baguettes wrapped loose

Around their necks

I think I'm hungry

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you

Wondering what you're doing

What you're listening to

Which quarter of the moon

You're viewing from your bedroom

Watching all the movies

Drinking all the smoothies

Swimming at the pool

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

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I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

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I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you too

I'm thinking of you