my mind is on you, still i listen to another
you occupy my desk as i wish you were my lover
separated by days, and years of confusion
i haven't been sincere, but masquerades i'm through with
to make it work, inconceivable, i owe you much more
because you're the beautiful girl i decide to adore
you're there, and i'm here, and life is busy
surprise me someday, and decide to be with me
sanctuary never lasts from dawn to dusk
your face always overlaps my long for lust
perhaps i manifest a love that could never be found
like a shy little boy kicking pebbles on the ground
though i long for it, my confidence is sapped from pain
too many nights writing letters to nothing but a name
so in vain, my eyes gaze upon paper with a pen
my mind wondering if i'll ever find love again