Pillow got PRIORITY

My boyfriend’s a sleepyhead, queen of the bed, Right when it’s talking time, he’s already fled. Work drains his soul, yeah I know that’s true, Still missing my bitch like, what am I to do? He says “just five minutes,” I fall for the lie, Next thing I know—he’s off in the sky. Dreaming big dreams while I stare at my phone, Typing fake convos like I’m not alone. I’m not mad, just dramatic, missing him deep, While my man chose peace, a pillow, and sleep. Rest well my love, I’ll wait, that’s my fate, Just wake up soon… don’t make me wait