It's 2:38 in the morning and I'm wide awake dreaming on your pillow
the lamp light is soft but I prefer the light in your eyes
but you're not here so I'll improvise
and tell myself you're somewhere wide awake dreaming of me too
everything we said we'd be has turned into a shadow
I think we've forgot that time alters all that isn't gold
I'm wide awake sleeping in your sweater
hell, love I'm not even cold
I still know how to make you smile
you still have me in your pretty words
I'm not going anywhere at all
I just want to dream awake for awhile and remember the nights we held each other through
and I recall
the scent of our days like a bottled burgundy Autumn in a bottom drawer somewhere
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