Pictures on Saturday Morning

I woke up Saturday morning,
But my eyes hurt and my bones were soar
To the marrow soar

I tried to work, tried to write,
But there was a fight going on within me

That's when I got out pictures
Pictures of parties, pictures of energy
And that's when I came across pictures of you

I looked at them with sincerity, sentimentality
I looked at them remembering
How you still didn't know that I adored you at that moment

How does your hair fall so softly?

The fog had me sucked in that morning
Making my eyes hurt and my bones soar
To the marrow soar

I gave up the fight thinking of you
And fell back into a deep sleep;
Something I really needed

But you see, you still came to me
I woke up and there you were
Hugging me
In a picture, on a piece of paper

In life I was lying alone in bed
Wishing the fog would break,
And you would confess the sincerity
And sentimentality that I see and feel
When I look at you:

Picture or no picture

I got out of bed
Tried to focus,
Blend you out,
Grind some coffee
To help my eyes from hurting
And my bones from being soar

A nap is what I needed,
But you is what I'm wanting