Moments of inner turmoil, i've only been gleaning. Spending all that useless time hopelessly believing, save the day I see your back when you are finally leaving. Somber cry, short goodbye-- For you and I, I'll be bereaving.
Hours of ticking clockwork, I have been but dreaming. Wasting all that useless thought, selfishly deceiving. Deluded hopes of love anachronize my breathing. Thoughts unrequited, only blighted-- For you and I, I will be craving.
Days of lonely ennui, I've been by the phone. Hoping by some volition you would come to call my home. Marking all those countless days that I will spend alone. Chalky signs in tallied lines-- For you and I, alone.