Zopiclone (Explicit)

Bitter little tablet on my tongue

You say you'll tuck me in till dawn

White chalk moon in a blister pack

Promise me the dark won’t talk back

Zopiclone

You turn the noise down low

Pull me under slow

Like I’m sinking in the mattress

Zopiclone

You’re a rented kind of peace

Eight hours on a leash

Then you’re gone

And I’m the damage

Half an hour later

Edges blur

Thoughts move lazy

Start to slur

Clock face melting into grey

You hold my hand

Then slip away

Zopiclone

You turn the noise down low

Pull me under slow

Like I’m sinking in the mattress

Zopiclone

You’re a rented kind of peace

Eight hours on a leash

Then you’re gone

And I’m the damage

You dress like rescue

Taste like chalk

You steal my dreams

You steal my talk

Tomorrow’s fog behind my eyes

A traded truth for borrowed quiet

Zopiclone

You turn the noise down low

Pull me under slow

Like I’m sinking in the mattress

Zopiclone

You’re a rented kind of peace

Eight hours on a leash

Leave me hollow

Paper-thin

Till I come back

And let you in