one may die so lonley

Remind me again just what you were saying, when you walked in the room when the music was playing. When I was lost too, but in my own thoughts and I could not find you.
Tell me your story, I'm listening this time. I can get us some glasses and a bottle of wine. We can sit on the carpet, sit on the table or sit on the moon. You can reach for my hand, you can say what you like, is just what you just can't stand. It can be your boy or a little old man, be what you want or even nothing at all. Be with me.
Why not forgive us quit holding your breath and reaching with your right hand like it's all that is left, with a knock of the door, I love all your ankles, you fall on my floor. You roll your eyes, you're so sick of this. Gave me the bracelet I placed on your wrist, you lost it and lets face it I think we both lost it a little too bits. I know you're living in London, cause you keep on complaining where is the sunshine, it always is raining. It's all I am hearing, skies are not clearing, your eyes keep on tearing, you're missing New York.
But do you miss me? Do you miss our talks? Do you miss our touching and our midnight walks? Do you miss the ocean? Do you miss the sand? Do you miss me at all? Nah. I have to laugh like crazy, I really think you're crazy. You might as well ask me if the hotties all hazy. If you left I still maybe have I ever laid lazy with you on the grass. Lets get something straight, cause I really do hate, this feeling that's growing, you think you not knowing. Wherever I may run, even if it's dumb, I love only you. You are the only one.
So it really doesn't matter if I'm sorta having fun. If your cool or even second I get a glimpse of the sun. Whether singing on the stages or filling up the pages, somethings undone. And the song ends here cause you're really not near. We haven't said a word in over a year. It just gives me hope, like music gives you rope to hold you right here. And I'm sorry for these lines, I'm sorry for my crimes and I'm sorry for the oceans I sails all the times. If I ever gave you something it probably was the notion. I never gave you nothing but a very hard time