Because when I go to bed,
is not the same anymore.
Sleeping on a couch was better with you, better than me in a bed for two.
I often remember your presence
by you and me sharing a dream,
listening to each other's breaths and snores.
What a better sound than you besides me, on this living room couch for one.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Because when I go to bed,
is not the same anymore.
Sleeping on a couch was better with you, better than me in a bed for two.
I often remember your presence
by you and me sharing a dream,
listening to each other's breaths and snores.
What a better sound than you besides me, on this living room couch for one.
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