Sleep is precious
4 hours on a good night…or morning
It all becomes the same
I should just refer to my sleep as naps
But never the less…
YOU KNOW…how precious my sleep is
And YOU…YOU…UGH…Come to me at 3:30 in the morning
Just as I’ve fallen 5 minutes into the deepest sleep I’ve had in a handful of days
You’ve come to BANG,
BANG and POUND…on my door?!
Waking me from my precious sleep
My precious nap
I think to myself, “NAH…it can’t be you…”
But yeah, its you
And instead of finding flattery in such a late night visit from you
I rage inside, ******* that you’ve jolted me from the depth of my nap
Jolted me from a real warm embrace
Yes I said embrace…And yeah he laughs…and says, “Go take care of your business.”
And I do
I go to the door and tell your drunkard, jagger *** to never, ever, come and bang…bang on my door
My sleep is too precious to look beyond the fact that you were thinking of me
The only thing going through my mind was how I wanted to make you disappear forever
And yeah, after that night
You never came again
Well at least…never came to me again
UGH…Just want to forget that night
Or morning
Or whatever
Looking forward to my maybe 4 hour nap tonight
But no
No embrace tonight
But that’s fine
At least I know I’ll sleep the full 4 hours