And here I lay all still in my bed
Holding a pillow and pretending it's something else
A hunger inside me is waiting to be fed
A whisper is crying about non existing health
But at sometimes the pillow clears up my mind
Replaces the fear with happiness hard to find
And for once I feel free
With everything and with me
And it's all because of a pillow
I'm holding against my chest
So nice and so warm
Putting anxiety to rest
It's all because I imagine
Something I wish could be true
It's because I imagine
That the pillow is you