I watch you sleeping,
A little more asleep
Then you should be
The amounts must
Have been miscalculated
I figure.
You’re still able to hold
My hand, you’re still
Able to breathe softly.
You’re skin is red and
Hot to the touch-
Your flesh next to my
Flesh yet so far away.
How many times am I
Going to ride this ride
Before the operator
Decides to turn it off?
