As I lay here
in the midnight hour
wide awake thinking of you

how beautiful your presence was
and how tragic i can't feel it now

i want to feel your sweet warmth
and the breath you make
when you laugh at my funny faces

i want to touch your lips
and feel your skin
just one last time

but your sitting in your room
thinking of another girl

it's been a month now
and nothing's changed
*except you