goodbyes are hard

i spend endless days thinking of all the different ways we make love

Everytime we say goodbye, it kills me, I get this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just got off of the phone with you, and its just so hard to be up and at’em when I realize I’m sleeping alone tonight/tomorrow morning. I want everything to work out. I want to share a bed with you, I want to buy second hand dishes and silverware with you, I want you curl up with you under a blanket next to a space heater in the winter, I want to cook food and desserts with you, I want to get drunk and sing to eachother, I want to be sober and sing to eachother, I want to massage your feet after a long day, I want you to go with me to get glasses, I want to show you that all of the songs I play for you are because they all remind me of you, I want to lay on the river when its frozen with you, I want to have anniversaries with you, I want to show you where I grew up, I want to be completely naked with you someday, I want you to meet my grandmother; maybe even my father, I want to share why I’m a horrible person and explain why I was the way I was, I want to make memories with you, I want to warm your hands and ears when it snows, I want to make love with you instead of have sex, I want to forget about the world with you, I want to talk about my fears with you, I want to get aminals with you, I want to fall asleep with you on the trains, I just want the world with you, I want to feel alive with you. I’m in love with you