the thing is, is i’m still waiting for that feeling, you know?
i want to be able to pick up the phone and call you without wondering whether or not i should; without worrying about whether or not i’m annoying you, smothering and suffocating you.
i’m still waiting for that feeling, you know?
the knowing that it doesn’t matter because you want to talk to me, and you want to hear my voice – always, whenever, forever.
well, not quite that long, but you get the gist of it.
and when i call, i want the really long, drawn out, inane conversations; the ones that don’t mean anything but that we have because we can have them together.
and i’m still waiting waiting waiting
for you
to kiss me.