Inadequate Apology
It's only Monday
And the stress produced
By the coming week
Is already eating
A hole through my brain.
The suns been down for days,
And I know it sounds improbable,
But I think I love you more
Than I did yesterday,
Or maybe it's just the guilt,
Gnawing away.
It's all a blurred heartache of
Mistakes and please forgive me's,
Don't let go's and I'm not ready
To ever forget those eyes
Or to wake up without
Your body next to mine.
I apologize.
I'm just in love with
The Midwestern sky.
And the stress produced
By the coming week
Is already eating
A hole through my brain.
The suns been down for days,
And I know it sounds improbable,
But I think I love you more
Than I did yesterday,
Or maybe it's just the guilt,
Gnawing away.
It's all a blurred heartache of
Mistakes and please forgive me's,
Don't let go's and I'm not ready
To ever forget those eyes
Or to wake up without
Your body next to mine.
I apologize.
I'm just in love with
The Midwestern sky.