another morning with my head in my hands
another night wasted with dreams of you
&& i wish i could do something about it
but im not so sure i want to
as hard as i try to not care
all these dreams are only of you
of ways to test and talk and touch
i dream these thoughts that wont come true
&& the next morning is always the same
tired like i didnt sleep the night
thinking of nothing only your name
wondering if what i did was right
to walk away from you
thinking it would be easier
wondering if you think about me
like i think about you.
