My Bipolar Journal – Episode 38
January 30, 2007
I don’t want to be second to anything
But I’d never want to be first
I wouldn’t take any of it away from you
Or try to ruin what its worth
I don’t need you
Or you and you alone
Doesn’t mean I don’t want it
Or to call you my own
This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched
I won’t dream of anything
More than I have now
Reality has found a way
To surpass my dreams somehow
Saying I love you
Doesn’t mean enough
Not saying anything
Can say so much
This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched
We could pretend
That we aren’t who we are
Then we never
Would have come this far
I’m not asking for forever
Or for you to pay the price
I’d do it all again
Hell, I’d do it twice
This phone call means
As much as your kiss
Those few little words
That seem meaningless
Mean more to me
Or just as much
As the first time
That we touched