You wake up to the sunrise.
whose bed is this?
Her back is arched against your chest,
I wonder what her name is
Your face feels burried in her hair
drunk me likes brunettes
Your glasses on her nightstand
please dont wake up before I leave
The door creaking while she sleeps.
I'd hate being her drunk mistake
You wonder the streets to your home.
*I wonder who wakes up in your bed in the morning.*
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
You wake up to the sunrise.
whose bed is this?
Her back is arched against your chest,
I wonder what her name is
Your face feels burried in her hair
drunk me likes brunettes
Your glasses on her nightstand
please dont wake up before I leave
The door creaking while she sleeps.
I'd hate being her drunk mistake
You wonder the streets to your home.
*I wonder who wakes up in your bed in the morning.*
Your bed was the closest one to home.
