Waking up with a start, I softly push
over your snoring, reassured

I sink back in fatigue, dreaming
to catch up on what I don't come around to

in my half days of little
care for Missy, you and me

Sometimes I have to keep kissing you
have to weep you wet for more

time, doing more, living bigger
with less sleep, I do have so much

to give that I don't come around to
in my half days of little

care for Missy, you and me