Fuck, it won't work (even if we want it to)

You said we can make it work
and I said we couldn't
You live so far away
and I needed here with me
Is it possible to miss you
When I haven't even kissed you?
You called me sweetheart
Said you liked the look of my lips
And I said you were lovely
And I wouldn't object to your hands on my hips
But fourteen hours distance might as well be fourteen years if is measured in
How practical it is
To think we could work
You said you saw my aura
It was the prettiest you'd seen
And I said I can't see them, but if I could I think you'd be purple and red and green right now.
But some nights I got to thinking
I'm your two in the morning I'm bored can I kiss you
And not your two in the afternoon honey you've been on my mind all day and I miss you
And even though I know
It's probably not right
It hurts me
And I tried to tell you
But you can't seem to reassure me.
Travel is expensive
And promises are fragile and thin
But sometimes when you swear you love me
I think you can make us happen
But then I remind myself that promises are so often broken.
But I love so deeply and I fall so fast
You said that wasn't a problem
But how long will that last?
I refuse to get too close to you
So you can't hear the trembling in my voice
When I say I love you too
Because I can't afford to
When This is probably just a quick sort-of fling to you.
Because we're young and I'm well read
And I'm well aware of what happens
Teenage romances never last long past their invention
And I'm far too practical to be naiive enough to thing we're the exception.
(But it's been over a year and you still call me baby
So sometimes the stupid part of me says 'maybe')
When you call me gorgeous you yank me out of my head
I've got a shitty memory but I remember all you've said
When we lie awake at 2 in the morning
Talking about our ideal future lives
(And the occasional admittance that we fit together in them just fine)
You don't care that I backseat game
(In fact, you love it, which is rare and great)
It's far too easy to picture curling up with you alone
(Without a headache cause you know I can't handle cologne)
And that's scary
It's scary when we haven't talked in three days but you're still on my mind
Because I don't know if it's the same for you
(You say it is, but I have no proof)