So quiet
another wasted night,
the television steals the conversation
exhale,
another wasted breath,
again it goes unnoticed.

Please tell me youre just feeling tired
cause if its more than that I feel that I might break
out of touch, out of time.
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
cause I cant read your rolling eyes
out of touch, are we out of time?

Close lipped
another goodnight kiss
is robbed of all its passion,
your grip
another time, is slack
it leaves me feeling empty.

Ill wait until tomorrow
maybe youll feel better then
maybe well be better then
so whats another day
when I cant bear these nights of thoughts
of going on without you
this mood of yours is temporary
it seems worth the wait
to see your smile again
out of the corner of your eye
wont be the only way youll look at me then

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