I won't wake you up anymore,
Keep my feet from gracing your bedroom floor,
So lock your door just In case, the loneliness of this place grows to get the best of me
You stand eye to eye with me
such symerty should not be ignored
I speak only facts not fiction
We can't deny the attraction of the situation
Maybe I came on the wrong day,
But I hope you still have more to say, I'm not the kinda guy that gives up so easily, for you were the kindest face I've seen in this far away and lonely place, or any place for that matter
And with precision, you contemplate a descision, as I wonder if your angles will add up to anything more then a vision, from a bad dream yeah you know the kind, it never makes you fail to wake up and scream, unable to tell if my dream of my hands upon your skin actually happened or not last night