When you are coming

I lay when the sunshine not rise up yet, my eyes still confused between waking up and sleeping.

Then I see you, I see a beard that I used to be like before you always did on my midnight. 

I felt like I was back at a while back, back to you.

I asked you in a few, you did told me with a very long story.

But it was continued. 

You ever decided to keep away, sitting next to me for doing nothing. 

Have you realized that I hold  for a while? And you,  still doing nothing.

I can't asked you to come with me, you still doing nothing.

Bb, if it was you. Why don't do more?

I need another me, to pretending that I'm good enough.

But it's hard when my stomach suddenly full up and don't want to eat more.

My head is running into you. It's not easy, bb.

There is something's troubling me right now.

A home. A home that you used to call now has changed.

It's not same when I talked to you, when I called to you, neither you to me. It's not home that I can see, bb.

May I ask you?

If I wanna walk in random places, could you give me more time to make your untidy hair?