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The morning paints a stripe across the bed,
We lie around and count the things unsaid.
The dust bunnies dance beneath the chair,
We let them be because we just don't care.
The mail comes with a pile of bills and junk,
I sort them while you stretch out on the bunk.
You find a coupon for the pizza place,
And suddenly the evening's full of grace.
The laundry pile is leaning by the door,
The cat curls up and sleeps upon the floor.
Your quiet words are fireworks in the air,
And every messy moment we just share.
The laundry pile is leaning by the door,
The cat curls up and sleeps upon the floor.
I find my home in every little chore,
Your laugh becomes the sound I'm looking for.
The mail comes with a pile of bills and junk,
I sort them while you stretch out on the bunk.
You find a coupon for the pizza place,
And suddenly the evening's full of grace.
The laundry pile is leaning by the door,
The cat curls up and sleeps upon the floor.
Your quiet words are fireworks in the air,
And every messy moment we just share.
The laundry pile is leaning by the door,
The cat curls up and sleeps upon the floor.
I find my home in every little chore,
Your laugh becomes the sound I'm looking for.