Will he come?

I keep telling myself I have to be better by Saturday.

I have to make sure. 

I've got everything turned in for Saturday

My whole week has revolved around Saturday.

The day your coming...I think.

You promised me every weekend. 

So I thought Saturday because I missed you. 

And wanted to make the days shorter. 

I've made myself believe Saturday. 

Because I thought your coming. 

I've gone through my stages of missing you, so much quicker then when I didn't know the date of when I'd see you next. 

But I've finally noticed. 

What if I'm grounded? What if it's not Saturday? What if you don't come?

I've finally looked at who is word I've taken to heart. 

Thinking of all the million broken promises, and betrayals you've givin me before.

Now I miss you more then ever.

Doing whatever I can to not think of you.

Now I'm praying you come back That it wasn't all a onetime dream come true 

I'm thinking of the looks your friends have givin me this past week. 

The times I've told our tale, our twisted tale, our game of cat and mouse, me chasing you to no return. I have to admit part of this is my ego.

But one friend, told me the line, 'We had to go home,' like it had been rehersed. 

Like he thought about his wordind chose. While the other smiled at me. 

In a way like I'd never seen him wear. I think it was a happy smile for me, because I've seen his guilty and pity faces for me. 

I wounder if he knows And if I just read into everything to much

I sigh his is all just ramblings, all of them though a connected conversation. All of them about you, guess just another way I can think of you. 

I miss you

When you come again

Can you do me a favor?

Can you sing to me?

You did it once before, and the song still holds your voice too me. 

And then can you hold me, 

In a doubt filled rain like last time?