your hand is propping up my head and your head is propping up my heart
don't know how to say forever if we never get to start
part of me wants to know what you whisper late at night
and what you're wishing on the stars, your eyes closed tight

when you call me lover, i know it's just a name
but i just can't stand it when you play these stupid games
and i feel your hair as it brushes past my face
the feeling it invokes, i just try to erase

but no, i can't-i can't let it show
no, keep saying stop when i mean go

my throat is raw from the promises i screamed at the top of my lungs
and as my words get caught there, i wonder what i've become
maybe just a shell of a girl who gets caught up
maybe just the same old way i was brought up

when you call me lover, i want it to be true
but i just can't stand not understanding you
and i feel your hand as it reaches for mine
it makes me want to stay with you til the end of time

but no, i can't-i can't let it show
no, can't catch me saying i love you so

your smile is like a distant dream i've had before
the second it's over, i can't help wanting more
part of me wants to know if you dream of me, too
and if you know just how much i need you

when you call me lover, i almost want to die
but i just can't stand not being able to describe
and i feel your eyes as they look at me
it is then i know who i want to be

but no, i can't-i can't let it show
no, can't let you see me this low

your heart beats in time with my heart
i think maybe it's time for this love to really start
maybe i am getting a little caught up
maybe this is just the way i was brought up

all i know is-
when you call me lover, i know it's just a name
but i can't help wanting it to be true
these feelings that i have, they're all for you
and sometimes when you call me lover, i almost want to die
i just can't stand not being able to describe
the way you make me feel

it's time to end the games
it's only just a name
and maybe soon i'll understand you

i'll feel your hair, your hand, your eyes
i'll know this feeling deep inside
but i will, i will let it show
i won't say stop, cause i want to go
have to let you know
i love you so...

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author's note: one of many recent writings about her...she confuses me, delights me, astounds me. she is the beginning and she is the end. she is everything...cliche, cliche, cliche. all i am around her is just a walking cliche.