past one
its a little past one
and its cold where i sit
but i like it here tonite
in this october morning
with the black sky stars shining down
and if i were outside i'd sure be happy
but if i had a piece of you here with me
i'd be a little more sincere

a touch of your skin
a smell of your scent
a breath of who you are
a taste of your desire

in my tiny warm world
with a picture of a blue rose in my
pink spiral notebook
i have a clock ticking on my wrist
its a little past one and i'm all alone
i guess you can say i am missing you
but its not that easy to really say
when i am talking to you
you tend to make the words i wanna say
seem to disappear out of my mind
its so hard to say
the things i know you know i want to say
but all i need is

a touch of your skin
a smell of your scent
a breath of who you are
and a taste of your desire

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two eighteen
two eighteen and i'm sorry to wake you
i just thought it would be nice
if i could hear your voice
its been a while, you know
since we last spoke
i hope its ok that i woke you
i just wanted to hear your voice
one more time because

you seem so far away sometimes
and i cant seem to grasp this
we live under the same roof
we see the same sun
i dont think i understand
whats going on?
one day you love me
one day i'm not sure
you even see me standing there
you seem so far away these days
i hope someday you let me in
i cant find the key
wont you unlock your door for me?

its two eighteen and i'm sorry to wake you
forgive me i just wanted to see your face again
i dont remember the last time you smiled
or let your eyes light up when i say
that i love you
dont you love me back?
dont you know how i feel?
its two eighteen have you forgotten i'm here?
cant you feel the simple brush of my touch
cant you see that i love you so much?
please baby dont cry

you seem so far away these days
i dont know how to deal
tell me how to make it all ok
cant you let me in the door tonite?

May 2008