I crawl out of bed.
My alarm's not ringing.
My radio's not singing.
Another day's beginning again.
The sun will come up.
Life will go on.
There's not really much I can do.
You'll say you love me.
And I'll answer I love you too.
I'm not in a hurry.
But I still almost fall down the stairs.
I turn the TV on and plop onto the couch.
I do nothing but stare.
Whatever's on, I don't care.
The doorbell's ringing.
I don't notice until the second chime.
I get up slowly.
Whoever it is, I don't want to talk.
In the morning isn't a good time.
When I open the door
I see that it's no one.
No one but you.
And so I stand there
With my hair a mess and only half dressed
Looking glum and depressed.
I turn away.
I don't want you to look at me.
I'm horrible. I'm ugly. I can't let you see.
You take my hands smiling and look into my eyes.
"Baby," you say. "You look beautiful to me."