giving you space is so **** hard
when all I desire is to be held in your arms
and hear your voice whisper it's all going to be okay
you swore to me you cared
swore you'd always be here
babygirl,
I'm calling out, where are you now?
i'm shouting at the moon and hoping you hear me too
all because I know you're with her smoking a few joints as you both lay in your bed
the same bed you'd hold my hand in
kissing sweet words to me before sleep
those same words sneak directly off your tongue
into her memory that she will never hold as dearly as i hold mine of you
you are so precious to me and all I ever wanted was to be enough for you
but I will always be so grateful
to have kissed the same cigarette your lips so gracefully did
for that was the closest I ever dare got
to you being mine