I wanna make love…

So I can lie in bed at night listening to songs until I fall asleep… in my own bed.  With the city out the window.  And you in my thoughts… even if you’re not in my arms. 

"And you feel terrified at the thought of being left behind
Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying
Oh, we kid ourselves, there’s future in the fucking
But there is no fucking future."

You pick the best songs. 

I’m pretending you won’t be coming home. 
I hope you won’t call.  I hope you won’t ask me to hang out.  I’ll have to say no.
But I want you to call.  I want you to ask.  I want to say YES.


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