When the rising sun
Catches your eye,
on far too many occasions
And sleep becomes a distant memory
Lost to your dream ridden head
You'll find comfort in the fact
that we're one in the same
We all have lovers insomnia
and we all believe ourselves sane
Yet we're dreary and broken
swept and misspoken
So kiss me, and let your pillow speak poetry.
Kiss me, and never wake from this dream,
we've dripped into.
Just kiss me.