Edges and Corners

Has this room always had a fan
Guess I don’t look much at the ceiling
Til both our backs meet feather down
And I hear that clock tick room sound

My black Timex seems so loud

In the morning when it’s cold
Cause I didn’t shut the window
And it’s so out of sync with the Casio
We roll over in the morning

And we sigh
Bleary eyed at the edges
At the corners
At the space
Little space in the middle

We’ve got sheer blinds for privacy
Opaque to all but the sun setting
I bought a real alarm clock so you know
I want you more than I want my phone

In the morning in the morning

When we rise
Soggy eyed at the edges
At the corners
At the space
Little space in the middle

Forgive me if that’s too much
But I’ve frankly had enough
And I’m scared we’ll both adjust
To all the attention
Streaming through us

So just hold me in the morning

And we’ll hide
Starry eyed from the edges
From the corners
In the space
Little space in the middle

We’ll rise when we rise
From the edges and from the corners
From our space
Warm space in the middle