Oil Painting by Siri Ølïn
I watch you sleep, I smell your smell
I listen to the way you sing that song in the shower
Time is the only one who could tell
Tell me what you're thinking, what you're dreaming
The smell of sex is still on our sheets
You tell me not to change them
You tell me a lot of things
You twist my tongue into knots
Twisted like a wicked tune
Twisted around your teeth
I'm counting them like you count your sheep
We'll have eggs in the morning with fresh tomatoes from the garden
For now, lets go to sleep
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