One maybe two times a week
I call you
But the text messages
Never cease
Your my disease
I'd rather not get over
And though your like on the other side of the worldddd
Your really right next to me
Behind me
Across the sea and beyond the heavens
Distance seems to put us at worlds end
Missing is a lax word we could never relate to
Till the frequent phone calls became habit
And the text messages become ritual
When you became apart of the middle
Of everything...
I wonder when you see me
Do i see you
When your view of the city reachs far beyond
The "city"
believe that i'm lookin too
I pierce past the everything in front of me
And i see you...
