And I've grown numb
To love
And
I've begun to miss
The scent of
And the thought of you
Every hand hold and locked lips
Your hands on my hips
The glaze over your eyes
Tells  me you've been getting high
While I'm still sitting here
And waiting
Waiting on proof
That there's still hope left in these sheets
That linger of you
Of us
And everything we've been through