He wraps his arm around my chest
While we sleep
I refuse to catch my zzz's
Only in late late hours
I get all my great ideas
Never want to retire
I'll brainstorm
til I deny I'm tired
Covers shield me
Only keeping me warm
When I dream
With a pen in hand,
I'll build on every symbol
Making sure each piece
Fits just right, no creases
Sculpt my dreams
like all Salvador Dali paintings
Never want to retire
I'll brainstorm
Til I deny I'm tired
Verses shoot our of me
Breeze flows in our room
But his body heat
Like a furnace
Keeps me toasty
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