I sit here thinking
I sit here while slowly sinking
Wanting to not be here
Wanting to be just some other place in general
Cliche, the words are true
I am thinking of you

I imagine us in the park
Hanging out, after dark
Just being around you for a while
Just seeing that haphazard smile
This as it may seem
Is just a reward one has to dream

But alas, nothing gets amassed,
I cannot have it yet, or at least not once this hour has passed.
For you think yourself to be a demon or queen, most likely in between,
So treat the last few minutes as nothing.