and after all these days, still
you’re like a subway train
you rattle through my thoughts
on the hour every day
and i cannot get away;
as you tumble past too fast
or trace back to the start
you’ve so woven a routine
in the railways of my mind, now
i’ve grown accustomed to the hum
of thoughts of you passing by.
i keep checking my phone, hoping to see your name on the screen. i don’t know why; each time i’m only disappointed again.
i keep thinking of you, though i know that i shouldn’t. if even i can’t understand it, than what’s the use in worrying? but
i keep wondering what could happen, if somehow it were true. but then, again, i see you, and i know you wouldn’t do
what it is they say you would, no not even for a second. but do i really know you as well as i think? could you surprise me still, even after all this time? i feel like i’ve been reaching for so long with no response; falling back down to the start each time (and time) again-
but i wouldn’t change it for the world, no not even for a second. no, i wouldn’t give you up (no, not even for a second).
thinking of you, thinking of you, what will it make me do? i never knew, no i never learned- tho i know it’s selfish it’s true, oh, i don’t want to be anywhere else but with you.
tell me it’s love, oh tell me you do. say it with your eyes and i’ll believe. i’ll let it go, oh i’ll let you know,- tho i know it’s selfish it’s true, oh, i don’t want to anywhere else but with you.
here we are, at the window, the moment of truth. if i say what i’ve been meaning to, would you believe? would you agree? i know it’s selfish, it’s true, but we all are selfish sometimes. i know it’s all up to you, your mind and your kind eyes.
thinking of you, thinking of you, what will it make me do? tell me it’s love, oh tell me you do- tho i know it’s selfish it’s true, oh, i don’t want to be anywhere else but with you. no, i don’t want to be anywhere else but with you.