Another night you're in my dream,
Another lonesome morning.
It's putting down my self-esteem,
Which in itself is boring.
You wouldn't wonder if I tried
To disengage and vanish -
There's little left of joy and pride
With nowhere to replenish.
Don't get me wrong: I'm trying hard
To stay until it scatters.
Whatever happened, disregard...
I love you, and it matters.