Tumbling through life as if I had a clue
All the while
In denial
That I’d ever not have you.

I should’ve moved on in April or May
But still I dream
All the time it seems
That you’ll be mine someday.

I miss your smile and eyes and voice
Catching me staring
I hate that I’m caring
Loving you was no choice.

All I know is that one thing is clear:
In a sky full of clouds
In a room much too loud
Your name is all I hear.