the minds desert

we sit and talk
about anything and everything
i wonder what its like to sit next to you
you wonder what its like to be in my arms
you ask me what im thinking about
and i ask you the same
we think of the same things most of the time
and no matter what i say
i have no qualms in admitting it
im jealous of your friends
and they wonder why i say the things i do
i say them because theyre true
i ask you what you want
and you give vague answers
that drive me insane
and i wish that i could be with you
to ask what you really want
we sit here and talk for hours
and hours
thinking of new ideas
and the silence is never awkward
i dream of the day when i can
wake up next to you
and say that i have seen something
more beautiful than the sunset
in Antarctica