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I Need You
You are all but disappearing...
Straight into thin air...
It is Sunday again, but today won't be different than the rest of the week...
You think it's not about you, but it's all about you,
My mind can't get its fix.
So it clutches onto you,
I want to be your muse,
But it's the other way around.
My heart's in overdrive,
Without a way to vent.
What it spouts can't do you justice,
But it's all my brain can do.
And I throw up onto paper
What my insides can't contain.
I've fallen much too soon.
Without pretenses it's too easy.
You've such a beautiful brain
And you're just my style.
My imagination filing in the blanks...
How could I ignore you?
I see your contemplative mind,
I witness your kind heart,
I glimpse your wise soul,
I recognize your loving eyes,
I taste your sumptuous lips,
I feel your coffee skin on me.
Could it ever be?
Today is Sunday again...
It's been a long week.
Straight into thin air...
It is Sunday again, but today won't be different than the rest of the week...
You think it's not about you, but it's all about you,
My mind can't get its fix.
So it clutches onto you,
I want to be your muse,
But it's the other way around.
My heart's in overdrive,
Without a way to vent.
What it spouts can't do you justice,
But it's all my brain can do.
And I throw up onto paper
What my insides can't contain.
I've fallen much too soon.
Without pretenses it's too easy.
You've such a beautiful brain
And you're just my style.
My imagination filing in the blanks...
How could I ignore you?
I see your contemplative mind,
I witness your kind heart,
I glimpse your wise soul,
I recognize your loving eyes,
I taste your sumptuous lips,
I feel your coffee skin on me.
Could it ever be?
Today is Sunday again...
It's been a long week.
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