Tick tock, the clock strikes twelve
and I am not myself
I twist and I squirm and I roll on my bed
and think of things I should have said

Tick tock, it's late but I'm up
I think I need a dose or a cup
of you whom I adore,
of you whom I wake up for

Tick tock, it's a new day again
and I'll tell you this cause I can
I love you every minute of every day
so will you promise me you'll stay?


*g.b.