I think about you way to often
and when I do the lines on my face soften
I wish that you were here
I wish you’d hold me near
Each night I sleep in an empty bed
As the thoughts pound through my head
All day I see
Happy couples walking by me.
I’m sick of being out all night
I’m ready to do what’s right.
I want my Pickett fence and dog
I want past the prolong.
I’m at the point where everyone has a someone
A sweetie pie, a honey bun.
The worst part is knowing he’s there
But miles separate there from here