I think of you through tear-clumped lashes
and down another beer
saying
maybe this 2 a.m. will be different.
I don't want you to see
I just want you to know
that I can't breathe, I can't eat, I can't sleep.
My bed seems empty
and I feel so weak but
I can't think of anyone except you.
These streets
These nights
The dark of the city, the dim of the lights
all remind me of you.
Oh tell me you love me
you need me, you want me.
Lie to me. Now...
just give me one night -
one night of hope and delusion,
one night of sleep
with you lying against my back
and kissing me for sweet dreams.
Then tomorrow...
tomorrow I'll think of you through tear-clumped lashes.