theres days where i day dream that you call
call even if youre still mad at yesterday and last month
call even if you want to yell
i miss your voice
i miss the way words rolled off your tongue so powerfully
i believed every word you spoke
like you were my savior
i worshiped
i worshiped you
when i spoke of you to others
they didnt see what i loved
i loved every piece of you
i wonder if you looked at me when i looked at you and thought of what i was thinking like i would do
what do you think of me today?
are you still mad?
i forgive you
if you asked me to run away today
my bags are packed
waiting by the door
listening for your car
are you going to come back
i plan on coming back if you let me
open the door its locked
can we talk about everything one more time
i think i understand a few more things
i think i understand why you did this to me
i think i understand
i ponder on the thought
do you know what you did to me?
i think you do
i miss you sometimes
i miss your voice
tomorrow ill wait for your call
and the next day too