implied sun

In my fantasy, it's fine
To  call you up and waste your time
You  tell me about the smaller things
The way your room feels when it rains
My body just takes up space
And  loves you from place to place
I  don't think about it much
It just exists for you to touch

The  sun like an angel shining through
The sun like a painting coating you
And every day, every hour
You would sit and touch my hair
When  we go in the shower
You will speak like I'm not there
And it gets dark, the water fills the room
The sun melts and I swim to you
You know I do
Know I do
Know I do

In my fantasy, you're there
We share a bed, and you braid my hair
And I tell you about the smaller things
The way the morning bird sings
Sings