I tell myself it means something,
When you miss me in the early afternoon.
The sun has risen above both your head and mine,
Shining brightly as I lay sleepily in my bed.
You have already started your day,
Doing who-knows-what in the middle of nowhere.
I should have gotten up hours ago,
Maybe finally done something other than think of you.
I sent you away with no goodbye, my fingers crossed
In hopes you wouldn't find yourself entwined with another girl.
Now the paint on my nails is chipping away,
I'm not ready for a new coat of someone else just yet.
Still I float along in your general direction,
Pulled in by the strong forces of your sweet words and soft touch.
When I finally stop moving, I don't know if you'll be there
But I pray that I can touch you, even if you're looking somewhere else.