Dear Tomorrow


Are you gonna wake up next to me?
Or is this one of those unlucky days?
With the sun gazing furiously at me
Whipping me awake with its rays

All we have is now in a bottle
Soon to be shattered or out of sight
Are you gonna be here on the morrow?
Or is this gonna be one of those nights?

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