I sleep better at night when I'm confident that I'm still your baby...
You with your dead-of-night and just-before-dawn phone calls, whispering baby and I miss you, have commandeered my sleep - the hope of hearing from you makes me wake at ungodly hours, all the while praying that my phone rings only if cosmically, destiny means for you to be with
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