and roll out of our bed
say hello to the dog
piss and make you breakfast
and then I'd work for you
and I'd labour oh how I'd work
for you
Asleep at the button again
I wrote all night the melody
of my heart when it talks to
my eyes
I'd wakewalk through the days
for you finding myself dream speaking
to the grass or spinning in the car
in the driveway in the same
old shirt as yesterday...
This is an intoxicating thing...
I hope you don't mind
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