Afterthought

Funny how,
it’s on a perfect day that I find myself missing you the most
And it’s not the lack of perfect women, of that there’re many
And it’s not the lack of perfect days, still counting by
It’s just, the lack of you that makes me wish that I could forget

Open the door, you fall into my arms and your skin is like my second skin that it hurts when its gone cause I let you go when the times were low hoping you'd get to see a better show. Making tea at the break of dawn cause we’ve slept so much, just none at all and your hand feel soft against my cheek when you raise my face up to yours and I, should have moved on by now but every step I take gets heavier somehow.
It’s just, the lack of you that makes me wish that I could forget

Cause
I’m falling for you
again

Like Myself

Stay a little while, it's easier to fall than rise
Pick up the pieces left behind
Misunderstood, by the way you walked away
Didn't know you felt the same

But now
I know you
Like I know myself

Sleeping at night with your eyes open wide
It's been harder for you, than I thought
I know other guys have walk this way many times before
You're wondering if I'll stay or go

And now
I love you
Like I love myself

Your fiery hair when you wake in the morn
I know how you look before you've done your eyes
I know how you feel when the lights ain't real
and the tear in your eye goes well with
the smile on your face

When I say that
I'll still be here
When morning comes.