Every Day With You Feels Like An Eternity

When you say things will be ok, when your soft hands are on my skin, when your sweet lips caress mine, what do you really mean? Were you to wait for me; sitting with your hands under your ass, thinking of what could have been, what is, and what could be. Do you often find yourself questioning if this is the right thing to do, or are we making one of the biggest mistakes of our lives? To the riddles you hear all too often as a kid, to the cliches that make you want to quote SNL just to get the images blurred from your mind, to the songs that burn themselves deep within; only leaving you with more tears to shed and memories you thought were dead to your mind. Is it too late to receive you? Should I be on my way to the next great thing that will only last the night?

Its cold when you're lonely, and its been cold for quite sometime.