Sunday, December 13, 2009

Come Through

sometimes I wake, thinking you are beside me
sometimes my hand has a mind of its own, and reaches for you
sometimes I can't stop
each time I can't stop

I keep thinking maybe if I try a little harder
you will try too
I keep thinking maybe if I'm a little better
you will be too
sometimes I know I'm wrong
each time I know I'm wrong

but there are days when I think
maybe this time you will come through

I hate that I am always asking for your time
as if being polite would stop our decline
I should know better by now
I don't know better somehow

but still there's days why I think
maybe this time you will come through





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