Text: Kimya Dawson. Sleep (instrumental).

*humming*
Hey you
How are you doing?
Good, I hope.
I wanted to share a small snippet of time,
and you were there,
mostly,
at least in my thoughts.
The room was dark,
and my eyes were closed;

my palms rested on the brim of my forehead.
And I couldn't stop thinking of you.
I had a dumb little grin,
and I knew this was better than any dream I could imagine.
Anyway,
goodnight.