when I hear your name there is a certain ache
makes me think of how long I have to wait
to see your face
I don't really care how much time it'll take
because there will never be enough time
when there's only so much of your hand in mine
everything around me is a sign
that points your way
I want to be in your arms every day
get drunk on your lips like wine
when I hear your voice everything is fine
I'm becoming exasperated by my own mind
you consume my thoughts all the time
I can't get away from it, it seems
especially with you in my dreams
happily pulling at my string
once together, I lose my seams
sticking them back together with your words
becoming better and anew afterwards
I hope you know what you've done to me
this isn't something sad, it's happy
because in the beginning I sat in misery
a rag doll that had lost meaning
but your presence in my life has been something
no longer a broken rag doll
something that had made me feel so small
turns out I just needed someone to listen afterall
no longer broken after the words you have spoken
the ache of your name is something I can take
the fingertips touching me where I used to break
intoxicated by every word you say
there's never enough time, but I'll take every day