And I'm wondering whens the best time
The best time to speak my mind
Cause the month of march is maddening
And we left the February troubles behind
Inside there's a gap
Where your hollow soul lays
Where I'm lost inside for days
Searching for you as my drive rots away
Waiting for you to come back,
Maybe just a few more...
When you're almost 6000 miles away
Maybe just a little bit more
The best time to speak my mind
Cause the month of march is maddening
And we left the February troubles behind
Inside there's a gap
Where your hollow soul lays
Where I'm lost inside for days
Searching for you as my drive rots away
Waiting for you to come back,
Maybe just a few more...
When you're almost 6000 miles away
Maybe just a little bit more
------As my days become your nights, and despite the fact we're in the opposite ends; I find myself yearning across the screens. Where staying up, and waking up early, means everything, just so we could speak again. But I fear that I'm losing comfort through the digital field. I fear that I'm slowly losing you, and I'm drifting away. I bury myself in my work and responsibilities, but it feels empty without you around.
