I’m tossing in my sleep trying to shut him upnWith fevered dreamsnIts only been a week a half hearted fantasynWondering what he sees in menIn our separate space we are idols from a higher placenThe beautiful ones that everyone wantsnAnd I’d be happy to adore him from a distancenBut knowing he adores me from a distancennMakes this hardnAnd its slownLonging for just one more momentnKnowing that he has to gonAnd its falsenAnd its weaknThere’s nothing to be said now but in our silence we’re both aching to speaknnThis emotion frustrated confusion is it all an illusionnWill I wake up to a harsh and empty spacenHis devotion lies in someone else’s armsnAnd I am just an outsidernTrying to save facennAnd its hardnAnd its slownWanting to be all he wantsnKnowing that’s not how it goesnAnd its falsenAnd its weaknThere’s nothing to be said now but in our silence we’re both aching to speaknnAnd I’m stronger than this I’ve been through this beforenBut what’s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living fornnAnd its hardnAnd its slownLonging for one more momentnKnowing he has somewhere to gonAnd its falsenAnd I’m so weaknThere’s nothing to be said nownBut in our silence we’re both aching to speakn