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