In the bed at night sometimes I find it nice
To wonder how you’re sleeping
If you took your head, laid it next to mine
Would the angles of our eyes meet?
Curse this lousy head for keeping you afloat
While I drown in the depths of all the words I wrote
About your hands in my hair
And how the thought keeps my legs locked down to the ground
Instead of moving on
In the bed that night, bathed in TV light
Your smile never seemed whiter
Tarantino served as perfect foil
To the dialogue between our tongues
We scaled the walls of our vulnerabilities
Our guard posts abandoned
But my feeble arms couldn’t hold me up
And they’re too short to reach you
Don’t go home, I said with bags under my eyes
But you don’t want to be a burden
Or someone someday I’d despise
Don’t go home, I said with bags under my eyes
'Cause you were never a burden
Just someone on whom I rely
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