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A constant patron of my thoughts
I don't dream of anybody in particular
But I dream of you a lot
I miss your shockingly smooth skin
Your cheater eyes, jawline, crooked grin
Won't be seeing you in 96 hours
Till you come back I'll wait under the covers
Lay in bed with my hands turned up
Utterly empty without your beating heart
While I wonder where you are
I don't dream of anybody in particular
But I dream of you a lot
I miss your shockingly smooth skin
Your cheater eyes, jawline, crooked grin
Won't be seeing you in 96 hours
Till you come back I'll wait under the covers
Lay in bed with my hands turned up
Utterly empty without your beating heart
While I wonder where you are