Sunsets over the beaches from now on. Each day looking for new ways to go on. . Maybe I should drop by, maybe I should have called. Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door.
Well, I got to feeling low for making light. Of whatever you said. The pain went straight in my head. Chopping me up, turning me to morose. . You've got a thing or two coming soon.
How many more times will you say that you love me?. And how many more times will you wake up beside me?. Well you think that you told me what I'd like to hear.
There's a truth begging to be told. As the blues grab and take a hold. To continue like this only acts as a force for no good. . I just want to say that I miss you and I felt pitiful.