whenever I try to make myself comfortable
I make a mess out of the situation
whenever comes a time when you get up
I only watch you leave empty and clean

you're sweet
you're kind
I'm always a mess

your moans
they call me in the middle of the night
they sound like a small kitten
looking for warmth

I often picture myself
with my head between your tights
singing softly a lullaby

I often picture myself
holding your hand
making you happy and safe