So quiet  another wasted night,  the television steals the conversation  exhale,  another wasted breath,  again it goes unnoticed.    Please tell me you're just feeling tired  cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break  out of touch, out of time.  Please send me anything but signals that are mixed  cause I can't read your rolling eyes  out of touch, are we out of time?    Close lipped  another goodnight kiss  is robbed of all it's passion,  your grip  another time, is slack  it leaves me feeling empty.    I'll wait until tomorrow  maybe you'll feel better then  maybe we'll be better then  so what's another day  when I can't bear these nights of thoughts  of going on without you  this mood of yours is temporary  it seems worth the wait  to see your smile again  out of the corner of my eye  won't be the only way you're looking at me then.