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When we spend these months apart

I just cannot take any more of it

Will these days become years, or do these days feel like years?

I hate being without you baby

You are my crave but I do not desire your touch

If I asked for your lips in a kiss

Would I be asking for too much?

I don't want to lose you baby

Is it so hard to adapt with the times?

Or is it me who hasn't given time a chance?

No matter how hard I try to prevent this

It always happens again

The unattainable one is always the one to chase

Yet feeling like a fool again is something that I don't want to face

"Maybe in time" I always say

But in the end she, or someone like her never stays

I have plenty of love ballads for you on my stereo

Yet in the end of the day, our relationship is like static on the radio