When will it be the right time? The time to grow up, to be a responsible adult?
When should I be the kid and when should I be the one in charge?
When do I have to do this or that?
Is it time to wake up yet or do I get 5 more minutes?
About time to leave or will you stay another night? I'm not allowed to ask for it, but I wish you'd stay... I'll miss you when you leave and the lingering smell of your perfume on my shirt won't let me forget you were here... That I had you this close once.
Of course we've been through a lot, but that's how life is... And I'd go through a lot more if I knew you'd be by side all along.
I guess that's not so much for wishful thinking...
After all... It IS wishful...
Even if it's a thought.
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