Purple Skies

I wake up in the night next to the glass of wine

That helps me sleep so tight learning that I'm not fine

Then you start your screaming as you pretend to cry

Have I just been dreaming, are you going to die?

You wish that we were normal, I wish that we were sane

In nouns verbs and adjectives, I'm like you I'm insane

Valid is your trauma I hope mine's valid too

I'm a seasoned liar until I say I like you

So under purple skies we lie

We laugh and dance and try to cry

We dream up sixty reasons why