I bet this time of night you’re still up and I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city and I bet sometimes you wonder about me.

And I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that everytime I don’t,

I almost do.

We made quite a mess, it’s probably better off this way. And I confess, that in my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me 

if I want to try again with you.. 

(and I almost do)