The sky is now dark
And I'm left with nothing to do
Every thought has been consumed
By some sort of thought of you

I miss the sound of your voice
Your laugh and your rambles
I'll never hear those two again
That revelation leaves me in shambles

I remember calling your name
When I was driving about
I sent pictures of the sky
Pictures with my tongue sticking out

I remember staying up too late
So I could tell you all my wonders
And you'd listen to every one
Now my thoughts can only thunder

You were a different kind of feeling
A pleasant nausea in my core
The feeling of being yearned
Was one I'd never felt before

So many words that made me melt
Like 'please don't stop talking'
'Oh God you're so perfect'
And 'you're everything I've been wanting'

So at the end of the week
When it's dark late and slow
Is when you're holding me hostage
When I just can't let go