I’m not living, I’m just killing time

I could never get use to the thought of sharing my bed but I don’t think I’d mind waking up to your face every morning, afternoon, or night.

You didn’t catch my eye right away but if you promised to stay, I would look your way every time.

And maybe you don’t look my way each time our paths cross but I look yours. And I guess for now I’ll be content with just knowing you.

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