I keep drinking this wine to pass my time. No matter how much I drink, my hands still shake. My body still aches with feelings for you. I tried to turn around, but all I found were empty boxes and brand new locks.
I can't escape the day to find the night. Here in this room I fight the day light. I cover my head. Pretend I'm still asleep. I lie alone and convince myself you're coming home.
You walk away and I stay here waiting. You walk through the door and I'm stuck anticipating. I wait in fear that the end is near. But when the book's finished it always starts over. Our love is always under cover. I'm still here stuck with the fear, because the future is unclear.
I see your face and I'm still amazed that our love has made it just this far. I reach for you in the dark. Although it is still too soon I feel your heat against mine and I know the time has come to make amends. Its just not the end. So for here and now. I wait it out! I wait for the word of mouth to reach the house, where our love is locked up. Safe in the room I stuck it. Beside the shelf. I put the wine.
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