I’m tossing in my sleep trying to shut him up   With fevered dreams   Its only been a week a half hearted fantasy   Wondering what he sees in me   In our separate space we are idols from a higher place   The beautiful ones that everyone wants   And I’d be happy to adore him from a distance   But knowing he adores me from a distance      Makes this hard   And its slow   Longing for just one more moment   Knowing that he has to go   And its false   And its weak   There’s nothing to be said now but in our silence we’re both aching to speak      This emotion frustrated confusion is it all an illusion   Will I wake up to a harsh and empty space   His devotion lies in someone else’s arms   And I am just an outsider   Trying to save face      And its hard   And its slow   Wanting to be all he wants   Knowing that’s not how it goes   And its false   And its weak   There’s nothing to be said now but in our silence we’re both aching to speak      And I’m stronger than this I’ve been through this before   But what’s one more lesson when the stolen moments are worth living for      And its hard   And its slow   Longing for one more moment   Knowing he has somewhere to go   And its false   And I’m so weak   There’s nothing to be said now   But in our silence we’re both aching to speak