I'm so sorry, but even more
I need you to know that I waited.
The look on your face made the leaving hard.
I need you to know that I waited.
I love how you say whatever's on your mind.
I won't lie; I would love to try
to make you want to need me more
than you've ever wanted anyone before.
When every cold day seems spiked
with the warmth of your fragile light,
how can you expect me to ever want to go?
So if you really care, tonight lets sit on top
of our piles of broken dreams all busted up.
I'll look straight across to see your
eyes open and your arms held up.
And if there remains no way
to climb down the wreckage in the wake
of your beautiful wet eyes,
I will still take your hand and try.