It's different here,
Being in a new city.
Not many people know my name,
Less know my face.
It's raining tonight
And the window's open
And I like to listen.
The traffic has died down some
But the constant roar
Of plane engines ensue through the mild darkness.
No one's home
And that's alright
Sometimes I like to just sit by myself
And think.
I wonder what you're up to tonight
I wonder if you still take as long
To hop in the shower
As when you did
When I was sitting in your bed
Waiting for you
Or if you simply go right in
With no procrastination.
I wonder what song you'll sing
If no one is there to hear it
And that's kind of terribly sad to think about
Because I know how
Your smile creeps up on your lips
When you do say the words.
It's such a beautiful thing to experience.
Sometimes in the lulls of our conversations
I immerse myself in the thoughts of if you really like me
Or think I'm too intense
Because I know I am
And I don't want you to be thrown off by it
I know you think it comes off
As if you aren't reciprocating and
It's not that I think that
It's just that that's my worst fear
Because rejection is immensely painful
Especially from somebody
I'm so intense about.
So while you're washing off the long languidness of today
And I'm laying in bed
Waiting for your reply
I'll listen to the engines roar
Thousands of feet above me
And you as you sing a song
No one's ears will hear.