While You're Sleeping Next To Me

You've got your head on my chest. I want to trust you when you say things like you could lay here forever or you like the way my arms feel wrapped around you. But I don't think I can. 5 foot nothing. Size 4 dress on my floor. You'll fucking crush me if you can. A chink in my evolutionary armor. 8 million years of instinct tell me to cut and run right now. Leave you clutching the pillow.