My eyes are foggy.
Why can't I create something?
My head is spinning.

You were right with me,
just an arm's length away from
never letting go.

And I was too scared
to tell you I'm crying like
you loved her again.

If I had hurried,
would things be different now?
Would you be with me?

It's always too late;
I never know what to say
'cause you don't speak first.

Your touch lingers when
I forget everything else.
I miss you too much.