Crush Me A few months later . . .

Crazy how it feels tonight

Crazy how you make it all alright love

You crush me with the things you do

I do for you anything too

Sitting smoking feeling high

In this moment it feels so right

Lovely lady

I am at your feet

God I want you so badly

I wonder this

Could tomorrow be

So wondrous as you there sleeping

Let's go drive 'til morning comes

Watch the sunrise to fill our souls up

Drink some wine 'til we get drunk

It's crazy I'm thinking

Just knowing that the world is round

Here I'm dancing on the ground

Am I right side up or upside down

Is this real or am I dreaming

Lovely lady

Let me drink you please

I won't spill a drop I promise you

Lying under this spell you cast on me

Each moment

The more I love you

Crush me

Come on

It's crazy I'm thinking

Just knowing that the world is round

Here I'm dancing on the ground

Am I right side up or upside down

Is it real or am I dreaming

Lovely lady

I will treat you sweetly

Adore you I mean you crush me

It's times like these

When my faith I feel

And I know how I love you

Come on

Lady

It's crazy I'm thinking

Just as long as you're around

And here I'll be dancing on the ground

Am I right side up or upside down

To each other we'll be facing

By love we'll beat back the pain we've found

You know

I mean to tell you all the things I've been thinking deep inside

My friend

With each moment the more I love you

Crush me

Come on

So much you have given love

That I would give you back again and again

Meaning I'll hold you

And please let me always

“Crush” by Dave Matthews Band

Timber glanced at the clock. It blinked an inhumane 4:07.

She looked over to Jennifer’s bed. It was empty.

Probably either still out at a club or at Timberlake’s, she thought as she got up and glided to the couch.

She sat and took off her glasses. Not that those do any good anyway.

The last couple of months had been a pure living hell. Somehow, despite her pushing, she’d grown closer to one person in the group: Chris. A knock interupted her reverie.

Who in the hell would actually be awake now? she asked herself. I would. But I mean besides me.

“Hello?”

“Your eyes are red,” Chris pointed out.

“I just took out my contacts.”

“You were wearing your glasses today.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“You were crying.”

“Who, me? The topic-of-choice on 'N SYNC TV so much of the time?”

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, give it up, Chris. ‘Maybe she’s insecure.’ ‘Maybe she’s just nervous.’”

“Oh my God. You heard us?”

“All the time. And you’re wrong. I’m distant because I can’t . . . I just don’t . . . why did you decide to show up at 4:00 in the morning anyway.”

“Uh . . . couldn’t sleep?”

“Nice try. I’m going back to bed now,” she said, shutting the door.

“Wait,” he said, sticking his hand in the door before it shut. “Is Justin or Jenn here? They’re lost.”

“No. I’m sure they’ll find thier way home. Goodnight. Or morning, rather.”

You know, Timber, when the light hits his eyes just so . . . She gave herself a mental slap. Although . . . Aware that two mental slaps wouldn’t do any good, she physically slapped herself.