Pinch Me

Pinch Me, Barenaked Ladies

It’s the perfect time of day.
It’s like a dream that you try to remember but, it’s gone.
Pinch me, because I’m still asleep.

Please God, tell me that I’m still asleep.
On an evening such as this, it’s hard to tell if I exist.
I could leave but I’ll just stay, all my stuff’s here anyway.


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