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everyday, everyone's
thinking, thinking,
missing someone.
well-
i envy their person to miss
i've lately been stealing every kiss
and even so,
stolen kisses can create confusion.
they've all got their somebody in their arms;
i've got a clock without an alarm on,
i don't need to wake up,
look pretty,
impress anyone.
but you're always around-
it's always you that i want.
and when i'm tumbling down,
your spirit, it haunts-
and it hides,
and it sees,
and it hears,
and knows my own.
you're still wafting in my winds,
still covering my eyes,
still making me stay,
still taking me by surprise.
you never left me,
and i know you'll never leave,
and i knew every answer
the moment you actually kissed me.