it's 1am and i'm thinking about you,
but to be fair when am i not.
it's 1am and i'm scared to sleep
because i know i'll dream of you.
though it's not the dreams that scare me.
the beach, oh how i miss the beach.
& your glasses that were pulled out into the waves & we dove in to catch them
laughing the whole time.
no it's not the dreams that scare me, it's the waking up
& you'll be gone & the beach will be vacant.
until next time when we meet again while i sleep.
