i don't want to be the one who never knows when to cherish a silent moment with you
i want to be the one who whispers i love you in your ear, under the onyx sky as i hold your cold hands in mine
i don't want to taste cheap wine from your sweet lips at seven in the morning
when i know you haven't even slept yet
i want to taste your mom's brewed coffee
i don't want to breathe in smoke
when you hold me in your arms
i want to feel your heart beating faster as i smile against your neck
i don't want to cry myself to sleep
unless i can be in the comfort of your arms as you whisper sweet nothings and tells me everything will be alright
but aFter staring at the starlighted sky
i lay myself on an emptied bed
you open up your tired eyes
and for a moment we both wish we could take back the words we didn't mean tO say out loud
and we are both very aware of the seven hours that teaRs us apart
i don't want to be the one waiting at the phone for a call or anY sign telling me you're still mine
mostly because i know you'll be the One picking up and putting down the phone after realising you don't miss my voice enoUgh to listen to it for the last time