3: 15 A.M.
I have yet to wake up at 3: 15 a.m. to see you lying there blissfully unaware of the world that waits for you until you wake,
I wonder what you're dreaming about
I wonder what you think about when you get that gentle reminder of how you can feel,
I wonder if you're scared to lose your heart to me (even though I already have it)
Although I'm not in the shape of a pig skin that you throw around
I can read you like my favorite book, word per word, cover to cover, and I feel like the worl