Love, I'm sorry we can't speak tonight
But I'll touch myself after I turn out the light
Imagine your warmth pressed against my back
Count thoughts of you in my head until I lose track
Huddling alone in a cold lonely bed
Thinking about all the sweet nothing you said
I'll fall asleep and I'll dream of you
The things you said about the things we'll do
Until you come home, and you say you'll hold me tight
Yet I'm still alone when I turn out the light
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Love, I'm sorry we can't speak tonight
But I'll touch myself after I turn out the light
Imagine your warmth pressed against my back
Count thoughts of you in my head until I lose track
Huddling alone in a cold lonely bed
Thinking about all the sweet nothing you said
I'll fall asleep and I'll dream of you
The things you said about the things we'll do
Until you come home, and you say you'll hold me tight
Yet I'm still alone when I turn out the light
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