I'm watching my favourite sight of yours
When you're asleep
Your hair is messy
A pillow mark in your face
Like a Sunday breakfast
Between
Your little games
And your big wars
Our love was "as much as a love"
Like a Sunday night sleep
Whatever I do, we can't
We can't be what we used to be
Nobody makes me laugh or cry
Like you do
Our love should end
We both understanding
So why
We both still crying