I love you more than I should
So much more than is good for me
More than is good
Oh the timing is cruel
Oh I need and don't want to need
More than I should

someone told me that this was too good to be true
in typical reg fashion i never listened, never believed for a moment that this can't be true
how can it not be real?

when every fibre of my being screams you?
when every single thought i have is of you?
when all i can ever want is to be next to you?
and every breath, every move, every dream springs from you?

for once my head and my heart is not in conflict
at last i have this clarity within me that i have long awaited for
no turmoil, no muddled thoughts, no contradictions
i am one with myself, or so i thought

i have wished for this for as long as i can remember
have wanted this more than anything else
but now i see that wishing for something doesn't necessarily mean you'll get it
and no amount of wanting would assure me that you'll want me back. . .

so here i am, waiting for the other shoe to drop. . .
it will, soon enough, i know it
but for the time being i'll savour what i can
grab as much as i could, before you go and take it all away again