((I touch the place where I'd find your face.))
I miss him. I miss him SO much, and I've never needed someone by my side more than now. With everything going on at the moment, it would be so nice just to have his arms around me and his lips to mine. I miss him. He's everything to me..I just feel like I've been walking around in a daze since he left.
It's only for a few more months, and then we get to begin our "happily ever after". July. July July July. I've never wanted time to pass so quickly before. Everything's okay when he's around. Everything makes more sense. Who would have thought..Missy, the commitment-phobe. Missy, the man-eater (so to speak). Missy, the girl who wished she could be a complete lesbian because she was so fed up with the male race. I don't even recognize myself anymore, but it's not a bad change. He really makes me want to be all that I can be. He's got his ducks in a row...he knows where he's going, he knows what he wants. It's so refreshing to be with someone who has goals set for themselves, and is taking the needed steps toward completing them. I want to go to a regular college because of him. I want to settle down and just BE, because of him.
He's my everything.
(Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol)
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
It's only for a few more months, and then we get to begin our "happily ever after". July. July July July. I've never wanted time to pass so quickly before. Everything's okay when he's around. Everything makes more sense. Who would have thought..Missy, the commitment-phobe. Missy, the man-eater (so to speak). Missy, the girl who wished she could be a complete lesbian because she was so fed up with the male race. I don't even recognize myself anymore, but it's not a bad change. He really makes me want to be all that I can be. He's got his ducks in a row...he knows where he's going, he knows what he wants. It's so refreshing to be with someone who has goals set for themselves, and is taking the needed steps toward completing them. I want to go to a regular college because of him. I want to settle down and just BE, because of him.
He's my everything.
(Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol)
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms