The weekends are coming way too soon these days.
And though I know you'll soon be with me I can't help feeling a little less myself in the strangest ways.
So I'm hungry for a little closeness.
I can feel you in my twitching and my nervousness.
I can smell you on the breaze that passes by and I can taste you on my breath
But this, too, shall pass.
But this, too, shall pass
as all things do in time. Right now you're on my mind. But this too, shall pass
The afternoon was getting muggy.
Now the sticky summer evening's folding into dusk.
I take an inhalation of the dark woods around me and the feel the earth turning in beneath us.
I'm hurting for some clarity now.
I'm calm although my heart keeps pounding in my chest.
And I can feel the weight of your head on my arm and I can taste you on my breath.
And now I wonder how my body knew.
I wonder why it lets the bad crawl through.
Your skin blocks out the light from the outside then lets the darkness get to you.
So you drove me home on Wednesday.
The weekend's just a little odd I guess.
I can hear you in my nightmares and I can taste you on my breath.
But this, too, shall pass.
But this, too, shall pass
as all things do in time. Right now you're on my mind. But this too, shall pass.
