It's the middle of the night and I'm still thinking of you.
Here, tired and blue. It's for you that I long.
But, it's more than just hours and miles between us.
It's you and your life, and I just don't belong.

Once I was sure. I knew I could claim you.
Then I got caught in your eyes...my confidence lost.
You smiled and said "Don't run. I may love you."
But I don't know what that means or what it may cost.

But I do know this feeling, I cannot turn away from.
Though my counselor tells me "Be realistic and strong."
I live in a fantasy from eight to four-thirty,
Yet, here lying awake, it does not feel wrong.

I know you're unsure. Each day is a battle.
Your heart insecure. Do you even need love?
Its to these depths of despair I come so convincing,
to rescue your heart and raise you above.

See, I too am unsettled. No idea if I'm living.
I'm supposed to be grieving, or dating, or such.
Yet I wait for your call to restart my breathing.
It's the hours between when it all gets too much.

Yes, its hours as days, and nights finally over.
Doubts and dreams fade. Of just one thing I'm sure;
You'll never be mine, despite what you've told me.
But your beauty and love will keep me at your door.