I think of you in the mid afternoon
When you're yawning from the midst of the day.
I think of you when I roll up my sleeves
And how you never let yours down.
I think of you at 3 am when you are softly sleeping
But I am wide awake,
You see I dream of every inch of you
Every second of the day,
You are like the air in my lungs,
And the goosebumps on my skin
You are necessary, you are inevitable
You are my only end
You are the only one I am thinking of
Inside this troubled head.