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Sick of sniffling

I swallowed bitter, terrible, putrid NyQuil

I want to call you.

To tell you to come over.

To tell you to hold me like you used to.

Oh where are you now?

What are you doing now?

Are you thinking of me now?

Oh where

Are you.

As I drift off to sleep

I dream of you.

I want the dreams to stop, they never do.

Your mohagany hair and eclectic sense of humor grasp me once more.

I dream of our beginning with it's akward silences

And our end, full of tears and constant confusion.

And sometimes, just sometimes I dream of a hopeful future.

One where you still loved me.

Oh where areyou now?  

I need you now.

If only for a moment that you can hold me.

Oh where are you now?

Where are you now?

I need you now.

Need you here now.

I'll wait for you here.

Oh where are you now?