Hoping you carry the same but haven't told.
And should she touch you I'd be jealous to the bone.
These pins and needles grab my chest as although my heart were sleeping and just now waking up.
Writing lovesick sonnets, longing for your heart.
For I know not what ties bind your heart and I am praying they're the same ones that bind mine.
All alone inside your dark room, scared to let them see the sun.
Singing to you songs that you know and always have.
Do they suddenly sound brand new?
Oh they haunt me, do they haunt you?
I could stand right here and want you until you want me back.
To my anguish and my pain and say something.
Neither could be worse than waiting in the wings outside your window.