With my knees to my chest
I’m watching you sleep
Your chest rises and falls so perfectly
But, how could something like that
Be done imperfectly?
I think I give you too much credit.
It’s warm tonight
So I can’t sleep
I don’t know how you sleep through everything
Even this humid, sticky air
I’m watching your eyelids flutter with the dreams you must be having
I wonder if I’m ever in them
And I’m thinking of the talk we had
And maybe that’s why I can’t sleep.
And I still don’t know how you sleep through everything.