...Sometimes I go back to you
and I don't know why.
Sometimes I try to fight it
and sometimes I let it be
but most times,
I don't know what to do.
I don't know if there's anything to do.
In a perfect world,
I would be perfect with you
and you perfect with me
But nothing is perfect
I know.
Sometimes
I think of your hair
its scent and texture
I think of your lips
the softest mouth
I think if we could
ever get it right
I think could we
ever last
forever
Sometimes
I long to lay
with you
and I wish I could heal forever
but I know I can't
and it's time
for the clock to be my friend...
