She's sweeter when she's closer to sleep
Telling me she missed me last night
But even so, I couldn't sneak in a "sweetie"
Because she's still on her toes when she's in between dreams.
Should I be uncomfortable with being this comfortable with somebody else?
I forgot what it's like to care for someone more than myself.
Your head ebbs and flows with my breathing
As I stare at the ceiling and wonder where we stand.
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