You're the last thing on my mind at each of my days end. I put oceans & hours between a love that even time can't contend.
Leaving me to wonder... As eyelids shut, and yours start to shutter.
Am I the first thing on your mind as each of your days begin?
And while I fall asleep, anxious of what tommorow holds instore.
Do you wake up to regret decisions made the day before?