Cake Me In The Corner Of Your Eye
So I'm There When You Awake
And Other Gay Shit I'm Afraid To Say
For Example, No Swearing During,
Only You Unmaking Me On The Sheets
And I Might Bring You Close Again
Whispering I'll Gather You With The Wind
That Comes Across The Water
Of The Third Floor Of This Single Bed
Making The Wetspots Of Morning
And Don't Wipe Me On Your Sheets
Because I'll Still Be Here Tonight
At Work, Asking Your Name Again
But I Just Heard The Sleep In The Corner Of Your Eye
CK
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