Here I am, and its Friday night.
I can’t see a lot, though there is much light.
And I know where you are, where you’ll always be.
And you always wish you were with me.
And if I remember to rest within the drone,
I’ll lose myself and I won’t feel so alone.

I think I’ve spoiled myself for good.
It took only a few days, and I knew it would.
And now that we’re back to real life,
I feel that I should already be your wife.
And all in one breath, you can pretend you do not hear me,
And only if you hadn’t left, I wouldn’t miss you so dearly.
And if I had a chance to make things ok,
I’ll never sleep again, for it’s the dawn of a never ending day.

Haven’t slept yet, and its Saturday morning,
I’m beginning to lose my mind, although it doesn’t seem that boring.
You can play your pretty little box, and you’ll strum my bloody
heartstrings,
I found my vocal chords in the attic, and now I’m here to sing.
Saturday afternoon has arrived, and you finally decide to call,
And maybe you never left, hadn’t forgotten me after all,
And somewhere in the chords of where you’re playing with my heart.
You can blast out a minor arpeggio, and I’d still be in the dark....

 
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