The Mess

 

 

My hair is a mess,

I can't get much rest,

I can't get you out of my mind.

You lay next to me,

So fast asleep,

I just want to hold you for life.

 

 

Now it's 4am,

We're wrapped in this best,

Can I keep you atleast one more night.

 

 

We've messed around,

Been up and downtown,

But I want the extended tour.

I crossed in your arms,

Safe from all harm,

Who could ever want anything more?

 

 

Now it's 5am,

We're trapped in my head,

I just want a little bit more... 

 

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