I've been sleeping in our sheets for most of the day,
insomnia has been knocking at my door, keeping me restless.
So I catch up on sleep. In the late afternoon, on another sweet Sunday.
Suddenly, it's 7 P.M. and summer is coming.
So the light takes its time outside my window,
and you join me to ask if the birds are the ones singing.
I'm in no mood to lull. But I pull you closer until your beard tangles in my eyelashes,
and I let you hold me there.
You don't know that this soon won't be our bed.
I've been craving the most indulgent moments,
feeling like the endorphins are a guilty pleasure.
I wish this could be permanent.
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