Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

still mine

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn’
The taxi’s waiting, he’s blowing his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
’cause I’m leaving on a jet plane
I don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There’s so many times I’ve let you down
So many times I’ve played around
But tell him that they don’t mean a thing

Every place I go I think of you
Every song I sing I’ll sing for you
When I come back, I’ll wear your wedding ring

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I’ll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won’t have to leave alone
By the times that I won’t have to say

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