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.