I’m late every morning for my 8 to 5, cause I’m tied to the bed – cause you’re in it. The floor is so cold, and a chill runs through my spine, but I’m fine when I’m lying next to you in the warmth of our bed. The alarm rings so loud it breaks the reverie of you in my dream, and my nerves get on edge cause I can’t complete the thought of what you were doing to me – in my mind. I want to hit rewind but the tape is stuck on pause, and the lines on the screen are fuzzy and I just forgot what it was you were doing to me – in my mind. Then you slip your arm around my waist to remind me of what it was you did and I can’t breathe cause I’m caught up. It’s seven, got to be there at eight I’m gonna be late - Again.