So Far So Good

It's one o'clock in the morning he usually goes to bed while I'm up mourning the absence of company instead maybe he's finally realizing that it's overrated and to ensure our hours are equalizing sleeping is generated games not played though seemingly time spent in conjunction I'm not Eve manipulating she merely wants not to malfunction this is glorious we're not concerned with tomorrow sugar with snips are notorious the cliché I'll somewhat borrow he's still awake I can't believe it I'm waiting for the earth to quake bliss flickers for not to split