Staring out the window on the bus ride home,
thinking about all the times i wrote your number in my phone,
i dialed it in perfect, even let it ring,
as soon as you answered i had to hang up,
i know it sounds like a silly thing,
but it isn't silly at all,
in fact it's kind of sad,
that i actually needed to hear your voice that bad,
but it makes me feel so much better,
though it brings tears to my eyes,
people point and whisper "look at the way she cries",
like there is something wrong with being in love,
with needing someone to make you complete,
finding that someone,
then losing them,
well i can't help it if i miss you and i can't help it if they see that,
i can't help it if i love you and i can't help but dial your number just one more time...
