I’ve tried playin’ things my way,
Until things came to my utter dismay.
I never thought I’d let you down,
Here, I’ll give you back your crown.

What I miss the most are the late night conversations
You’ll always be my ship, will I be your capitan?

I never wanted this fuss
Just wanted my conceptual “us”.
Watchin’ you walk out my door,
I’ve never wanted anything more.
Can I just wake up from this dream,
It’s like drowning in a tear stream.
Though, your eyes were my l o t u s,
Will there be a conceptual “us”?

If I send you red roses, a dime a dozen,
Will you think they’re from someone different?
I thought I poured my heart out to you,
Should I come back? Will things be new?

Do you miss my arms wrapped around you tight?
Remember when we drank Champaign alone at night?


I see you coming again,
I’ve been thinking to much,
Since I’ve been laying in bed.
You know the reason why.