writing

[outofsynch]

it's 2 am and i'm still awake writing
i should be asleep for the day that is dawning
but i just keep hoping, that you'll want to talk to me.

each day i go in and i look out the window
and i see in my mind the place you are working
and i want you to call me, i want to go see you again.

and i breathe. i just breathe.

i stand on the corner sometimes when i'm working
my thoughts racing to windows, my feet stuck to the sidewalk,
wishing the window i stared at would show you to me.

these days go by slowly, and the nights streatch for ever
time keeps on creeping and i just die slowly
it feel like i'm bleeding, and nothing will get me through it.

and i breathe. i just breathe.

it's 2:30 now and the bars will be closing
i wonder who looks for you and where you are going.
i wish that our hearts could be back together again.