One More Night
If I sit here lonely one more night,
would it prove to you I might be right,
another toss and pillow fluff,
reminds me that I'm not enough,
tough luck it seems is my best company.
I can't help but tell you every word
with tangled tounge, and language slurred,
awkward pause's tell what I can't say.
How much more can I delay,
before I blurt what I'd really say,
if only you could see it in my eyes.
You'd know before I had the chance,
to end it all with a sideways glance,
and convince myself to wait another day.
If I have to sit here one more time,
scrawling words trying to define,
the things I wish you knew I had inside,
I try to write them out with grace,
but fail to say them to your face,
lost before I've ever found my way.
But one more night I'll endure,
this agony that's become my chore,
just tell me and we'll end this game today.
Sleep it seems my only rest,
from this struggle, this endless quest,
what is the nature of this game we play.
Once I wake it will only be,
one more night of you for me
until again I force myself away
To twisted sheets and waking dreams
imagination again it seems
has lifted hopes for just another day,
And maybe with tomorrows light,
will come the time I've known is right,
and if not I'll still be here lonely.
