When you fall asleep on my arm
And it starts to tingle
And I'm like this is okay I'm fine
But then it starts to feel like
An army of tiny insurgents marching
No stampeding from my elbow to my fingertips
It's like when you hit the wrong input on the TV
And the screen is static
That relentless shhhhwishhhshhhwishhh
That's what's going on in my arm
But you look so peaceful sleeping there
And your arm is locked around me
So I let mine lose all feeling
And the way your heart beats with mine
Is enough feeling to make up for it