I miss you (10;17pm)
Monday heartbreaks hurt like razorblades,
and Sunday submission is still sinking in.
Another week before I see you again,
Hold you, kiss you.
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
goodbye, goodbye.
I'll see you again.
I'm fine but I'm dying,
I'm lost I hate crying,
I miss you, I miss you.
10:17pm.
The withdrawal symptoms of yesterday's smiles,
pull on my heart like a straightjacket prisoner,
Tearing and screaming,
the insanity of the obsession isn't quite clear,
Through steamed up glass, it's difficult to see,
See how I'm feeling, are these lyrics appealing to you?
I can hear your voice,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Your photograph's at my bedside,
It's easier to sleep when I can feel you're gentle eyes,
watching me.
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
goodbye, goodbye.
I'll see you again.
I'm fine but I'm dying,
I'm lost I hate crying,
I miss you, I miss you.
10:17pm.
Being me, feels so good,
when you're the luckiest boy in the world,
And I am, I am.
The things that I think are irrelevant,
Just being here now makes all else seem inadequate.
And compared to this,
all else is inadequate, all else is inadequate.
(I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...)
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
where I now stand.
Here at last, holding your hand again.
The day is young, let's have fun again.
and Sunday submission is still sinking in.
Another week before I see you again,
Hold you, kiss you.
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
goodbye, goodbye.
I'll see you again.
I'm fine but I'm dying,
I'm lost I hate crying,
I miss you, I miss you.
10:17pm.
The withdrawal symptoms of yesterday's smiles,
pull on my heart like a straightjacket prisoner,
Tearing and screaming,
the insanity of the obsession isn't quite clear,
Through steamed up glass, it's difficult to see,
See how I'm feeling, are these lyrics appealing to you?
I can hear your voice,
I'll be fine, I'll be fine.
Your photograph's at my bedside,
It's easier to sleep when I can feel you're gentle eyes,
watching me.
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
goodbye, goodbye.
I'll see you again.
I'm fine but I'm dying,
I'm lost I hate crying,
I miss you, I miss you.
10:17pm.
Being me, feels so good,
when you're the luckiest boy in the world,
And I am, I am.
The things that I think are irrelevant,
Just being here now makes all else seem inadequate.
And compared to this,
all else is inadequate, all else is inadequate.
(I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...)
That video in my head plays over and over,
that kiss outside the station,
where I now stand.
Here at last, holding your hand again.
The day is young, let's have fun again.