Between the sheets

How much longer until you say you miss me?

How much longer until I feel whole again?

How much longer until the day I can say

That I will never wrong you again?

Can you feel the cold from where you are?

If I dream of you, can you feel that as well?

Do my tears make you cry as well?

Are you lost and wondering who we are as well?

In my personal martyrdom, my merciful trap,

This cross is all that I carry until I fade.

Forgive me my weakness, but I don’t know why

Without you, it’s hard to survive…

The lines on my face tell me that I need you,

I’m getting older when my beliefs get younger.

If I could I’d break a window,

Jump off a cliff,

Pull the trigger,

Steal the crown jewels,

All to show how I’ve no life other than the one you gave,

Right before we parted,

Right after I woke up, nearly in tears.

Many a time I can almost swear

That in this battle for your heart,

I’ve already lost before I’d even started.

Almost as if after so long apart,

I still have an absurdly small chance

To make it work,

And it’s less and less absurd, day by day.

I’m haunted by a memory of you,

So immaculate you put Madonna to shame,

Looking at me when I’m both falling asleep,

And when I’m rising from my bed.