(AM)

Fast asleep, she's been waiting to creep

For a long time

Friendly eyes slowly swallow the vibes

From the waist line

Only dreams can deliver these things

To my bedside

And the shrugs says she's pullin' the plugs

To the outside

Like the days in a lovesick haze

Chemical fire

Lock your face, point to minimum waits

Friends that desire

Lucid nights bring her perfumed sight

To admire

All in all moments to recall

And retire