Trying not to think of you
(Mary McBride, Paul Carbonara)
Trying not to think of you
In the middle of the night
Breathe out slowly
My lips feel like ice
Make a promise to myself
Stare into my cup
I can think of you all I want
when the sun comes up
My mind runs in circles
around this tiny room
Doorframe looks too blurry
to even walk through
I'll sit here like a stone
and try to stay sane
Stay away from daydreams
They just get in the way
Trying not to think of you
truckers hands, honest eyes
Light speed wit, crackle voice
There's plenty of time
Hold on to the scratched table
Not long until first light
If it's meant to be we'll know it
Gates will open in the night
Trying not to think of you
devil tunes, simple words
Driving miles through morning fog
with a stare that makes me stir
Two strangers on a straight line
moving fast out of the way
Walk through that doorframe
I'll hold you night and day
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