And I feel it again
I can't sleep
He is everywhere in my thoughts and
It never stops.

And I don't even know where it began.
What's in that luscious blonde hair
I couldn't stop looking at
Or in these cheap clothes
And imperfect life
What was in those drunk nights
We shared together
Or in the tears
We cried...

What's in all these crazy conversations
The fact that we were never poor
But never cared for more.
Or what's in those eyes of his
His words that always complimented me
And his touch
That could reach me very deep.

And why did I ever let it come this far
Why couldn't I just
Step out of this dance
We shared.
The fire all around us
That kept us in a prison..

And made him run...