Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Wait

Afternoon's gone
And evening is nigh,
Without you I've spent
Another lonely night

Even the lava lamp's dead
With no remorse
Pictures in my head
With no recourse

Things seem different
When we don't pick a fight
Would I love you more
Under a different light

At my wits' end
And out of my mind,
Always in deadlock
Nev'r in line

Stumbling through a haze
For what should be mine
I await your call
For one last time..