How ironic.
I lose sleep because of you.
It’s not even for the reasons one would think, or at least not for reasons I would have imagined before.
I can’t sleep because that’s the only time you and I are real.
You’re the only one I dream about.
I’m like a kid on December 24th at 8 pm. Waiting for midnight to open his presents. Chances are he has no idea what’s wrapped up in the boxes. The truth was he didn’t care. It was the excitement of opening the boxes.
That’s the closest analogy that comes to mind.
You’re my Christmas presents at midnight.
Or maybe now that I’m older, I could find a better example.
You’re the newest album from my favorite artist.
I know it’s coming, and more than likely, it will be fire.
You’re the moments before I press play on the new album.
Waking up is like playing the last second of that album.
I know the only thing I want is to play it over again.
That’s what you are.
You make it to the point where the next play is just as good as the last.
Maybe I’m digging into this one too deeply, but bare with me.
You’d understand if you’ve ever listened to a song for the first time. You already know it’s a great song. You might even know it’s going to be your favorite song.
Then you play it again, and suddenly you hear a part and fall in love with it.
This all happens at 7 am.
Now it’s 4:30 pm, and you’ve heard the song 200 times, and it’s still as magical as it was at 7.
You’re that song.