I'll glide my hand through your hair
Rest my head in your neck
I'll dream to smell like you in the morning
Trying to feel your kiss
While I drive, fight the strongest
Thoughts to turn my car around
And when I get home
We'll walk your neighborhood
Slow blink at all the cats in the windows
Wishing that we could get paid
From spending all of our days
Green and golden eyes in your white sheets
It's not like me to lie still
But with the sun in your windows
It's feeling like a guilty pleasure to only look at you
And when I get home you'll bring the groceries in
We'll strip the bed fresh sheets and linens
And when I get home
We'll brush our teeth and you'll say
How much you'll miss me in the morning