Staying up late 
Staring at the ceiling 
Seeing it for much more than it is 
A frame to imagine my future--with you 
It holds so many opportunities, chances, memories yet to come.. 
So much that can happen for us and yet--none at all 
It all depends on how we play our cards 
It's 2am 
I'm staring at the ceiling 
Wondering if your imagining all the wild romantic thoughts and feelings I have bubbling up inside of me, in you
Your worth it to me
But what am I to you...?