Turnover

Langour rises reaching
to turn off the alarm
And there's never so much seething
That it can't be disarmed

You just stop it up,
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it,
To leave it off and turnover

Lounging against your weapons
Until your muscles find lock
In the ease of that position
A residue of tremor passes
As some cherie amour suggests
That maybe it was time to smash things up

But just stop it up
Pass it on
Shove it to shelf it
To lead it on and turnover

I'm only...
I'm only sleeping