Everyday is a new day, but at the end of the day all I want, and think of is you.
Funny hey, how this has been going on for years.
Funny hey, how you’re the only one who always manages to get my attention, when I could be better of, not being disturbed by you. In somesort of way we always touch base at least once or twice a year. Honestly don’t understand why we keep holding on to each other. When there’s really nothing to hold onto? – idk mate I ain’t got time for this no more, but I always seem to prioritise you in these rare late hours when this occurs.
We’re a huge secret to our surroundings, family, friends, colleagues, etc.
Haunting each other occasionally.