And only one of them is where I am.
That's obvious, at least it is to me,
But for the moment I don't give a damn,
Because it's also true. And being true
It's something I must cope with in some way
Mostly because I'm taken far from you
By things that were compelling in the day
But as the night comes on and makes me miss
The comfort of your being by my side,
The happiness that fills me when we kiss,
The joy your presence always has implied
I wonder if those reasons were enough
To make me miss you, just to do that stuff.
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