
Every night
Before I close my eyes
I sit by the porch
And think of you...
Think of you...
For I miss you so bad
That it takes control
The way I live
The life I now have.
You may search
The deepest sections of my heart.
You may probe them with
The keenest of instruments...
You will see nothin'...
You will find no one...
You will only discover...
Your own face
And your name.
Every time
I wake up in the mornin'
I naturally
Text a message to you...or two...
For I miss you so bad
That it directs
The way I choose
The life I now live...
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