I was sitting looking at a map knowing you are there and I'm about a thousand miles somewhere. I heard a tune on the radio that you would like, and turned and saw the place you promised you would take me. It's funny how everything makes me think of you
I dreamt of you last night. That you were here instead of Los Angeles, and I got a tingling feeling inside that you went off and forgot all the promises you left me with. Do I want to know if these feelings flow both way?
Of course I kept wondering how you were, then I noticed ..you bastard! You are not forgotten or in pain but it's me! Me who is suffering every night! It is humoring you will never know that you are the source of this distress. Pulling me in then throwing me out.
