I see you in the shadows
Cast on an asphalt street
I see you in music
Hear your voice with every beat
I see your face when I close my eyes
And dream that you sing me to sleep
I feel your touch under the sheets
And pray you're mine to keep
I smell your skin
And taste your lips
I swear those are your hands
Grazing along my hips
That's you whispering soft
Nibbling at my ear
And that's you holding me so close
Begging me to stay near
That's you with each paint stroke
Making a tale of us
That's your story on the canvas
And me making a fuss
Crying over spilled paint
And using the wrong brush
That's me messing things up
And my face beginning to flush
There I am ruining things
Making it hard for us both
And there you are forgetting me
My face, you start to loathe
Here I am still messing up
And still missing you
You surely have forgotten me
And forgotten what we were, too
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