Draining my hope and refilling with dread
I sit alone in my dark room at night
Too far away to call and too tired to write
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And heave "I love you" through my sighs
Exhausted, I fall into a heavy sleep
No energy left from struggling not to weep
Ironically, my dreams aren't the least bit sad
And I wake up not feeling quite as bad
I dreamt of the happy tears that'll fall
When there's not any distance between us at all
That day is a long way off, I know
And so my thoughts of you are both friend and foe.
