We were sitting near an approximate line
You were leaving; I was a little surprised
I should've told; distance only causes silence
But our eyes never talked; got lowered by pride
And all I couldn't say was.........
"Spend the last night with me"
Composing me in your every poem; in every metaphor
Here I am trying to be like one; I'd like to muse
But I want to listen inside you, or the gone by
Ballads hidden in your body or your lyric sigh
And all I couldn't say is.........
"Spend this whole night with me"
On Saturdays and Sundays when I am really lonely
But I dont want to be; you know I am really trying
Were you really here? or I'm living in oblivion
I cant tell my dreams from truth sometimes
And all I think of saying is.....
"Spend a little night with me"
In the morning; when you are turning in your bed
I'm a bad memory from last night in your head
I must be fussing on something that I cant even recall
But I remember me breaking you all the way down
And all I could have said is.....
" Spend this night with me"
