morning song

I'll glide my hand through your hair Rest my head in your neck I'll dream to smell like you in the morning Trying to feel your kiss While I drive, fight the strongest Thoughts to turn my car around And when I get home We'll walk your neighborhood Slow blink at all the cats in the windows Wishing that we could get paid From spending all of our days Green and golden eyes in your white sheets It's not like me to lie still But with the sun in your windows It's feeling like a guilty pleasure to only look at you And when I get home you'll bring the groceries in We'll strip the bed fresh sheets and linens And when I get home We'll brush our teeth and you'll say How much you'll miss me in the morning