I could kiss you without meaning, touch you without feeling, let thoughts of you fade in with shadows of my mind passing and unimportant and fleeting.
I could pull such empty phrases, empty my heart of lonely senses let thoughts of you run wild only with your skin to mine burning with desire.
But I can't get back to the past, there's no point in denying late at night I find myself thinking of you more often, late at night my heart isn't lying. I can't feel soft hands and warm arms I want back, secret notes and wind chime laughs even though I can't stop myself from trying.
I could stop myself from sinking into the memories but there's no point in denying maybe I'm missing you more often. Maybe that would explain the crying.