Loneliness and I are no longer mere acquaintances.
Passions are never so sincere as an unexpected phone call.
My eyes are laquered over so you can't see me.
Time flies slowly like it always does
I'm used to your absence
The gauge is awfully low, it's late
I don't think it's safe for you to try this.
You thought this was meaningful?
Well. it would be if you weren't here.
While I try to think of how much better off you must be without me.
But our eyes lie and glances downward show our true intentions.
The leaves are on the ground again.
Musings keep slipping back to then.
Cold lips on less than willing teeth.
I hope you still think you'd hate to see me.
Blinds sigh sleeping with the TV on is no substitute.
So I'll close my eyes,
Now kiss the cheek of the one that you love best.