Here I am again, this **** has got to pick up soon.
I lie awake all night sometimes.
Most times only to think of you.
  Here I am again, my brain ******* in knots.
Obsessing on the "what we had".
In reality was" what I thought".
I sift through all these memories
To find something I missed.
There's nothing I can say or do.
To change the past. To feel your kiss