It's supposed to take seven minutes
To fall asleep at night
So I toss and turn in my sheets
Counting my breaths in sets of seven
Daydreaming before the real dreams come
Wondering if it all fits into seven
It never does.

See, I think the problem is my thinking of you
In units of seven
The last seven times I saw your eyes
Seven times you made me laugh
Seven times your voice made my heart ache

One day you saw me sketching
Asked for a hand-drawn portrait
But we would never sit still
We would never stop smiling
Seven.

You said that when you think of space
You think of me, the oblivion of my thoughts
I get lost up in my head, so do you
We will help each other find a way home
Fourteen.

We watch the days pass by together
I am so afraid that maybe you might not
Want to anymore, want me anymore
I feel colder. I am lost. I am scared.
Twenty one.

My smile lights up yours
I want to run through fields of
Cattails and spin in circles to feel
Dizzy and in love, I want you
To join me
Thirty five.

You keep me up all night
Tossing, turning, hoping
For seven nights I might sleep on time
Without the trouble of you
Taking it all