If i could use my words to get to your heart,
i'd write endless novels in order to start,
create trilogies Tolkien would wish were his own art,
instead we'll never cross the borders of all the state lines keeping us apart,
in the perfect world maybe i'd still be at Hunter,
and in order for you to notice me i'd create thunder,
not this feeling deep inside that eats at me like hunger,
and makes me go back to the past in my slumber,
damn this girl and the fact there is no one else like her,
saving yourself before you say perfect words that urge,
"doesn't mean i'm still not thinking of you" is what you confer,
well if patience and muscles attract you i'm a blur,
not running for the attention, simply pretending i'm leaving,
only way i know how to deal with pain and grieving,
if i had no faith then in you i wouldn't be believing,
and if i wasn't so gullible you wouldn't be deceiving.