a wish.

I wish to feel smaller under your sheets

I wish for the whole truth every time you speak

I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me

While I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep...

And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem

You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans

Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough and I swear I'm gonna cry

I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

-gregory and the hawk

sometimes, my words aren't enough.