I have a sofa and this is the plan

I left it on his hand. I've been told it's money that burns my and, better at night,  my energy is low. We can't find it. Another room, sit in the corner. Do it for money. It's not fun. Simmering in resentment, find a corner, morning is for regret. And, deprive self of creative time. Notice our change. Dance for dollars. Call me, it burns my head.