The clock over my door
Ticks and tocks
As moments overlap
My Blindes let me see
And the light gives me sight
Its all beauty
Shirtless and half undressed
I lay in bed
Hearing the past take its last breath
Im partly covered
And barely awake
I
I play footsie alone
About to feel stoned
No frown today
Just a smile to show what i say
I wish to have your hands on me
I want to listen to it move accoss my skin
Feel you press my hips
Squeeze and stare at my eyes as i freeze
Rub my lips on your ears
And hear me breath for you
Holding you tighter
Because im getting higher
But ill lay alone
Beside my phone
Wishing you would call
Asking
May i also lay in this bed
And hug you tonight
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