It was a beautiful night to have you back by my side everything could have been wrong but it would still feel so right I cant speak as you load your luggage and hurry into the passengers seat so this is what it feels like to be complete
but your eyes tell the story of someone I don't know your clothes have the scent of places i've only been told i would've be scared to hold your hand if i had known that four months from now i'd be all alone
well now your dust is in my eyes and i cannot see this used to be something in which i used to believe but when the benefit has nothing to do with me i become selfishly un-wanting of what you may need but it's a two way street it's exactly what you've done to me
right now your just a memory I used to feel your warmth on me and it's crazy to think that it was a necessity to me but one more night of your face outlined on computer screens i swear i'll start to question how much of this i really need i'll start to question how much of you i really need