To Busy To Love

I told you last night while you were sleeping That I miss you. I miss you and you are right here. I used the excuse of you snoring to wake you up Just so I got to feel you here And I seduced you. Like I always do. For its the only way I feel close to you. Im praying if I show you some affection Maybe you'll throw some my way too. I keep remembering an earlier time When we had all the time in the world. And now I have all the time Whilst youre too busy. To busy to hold. Im starting to slowly wonder How one can be too busy to love So Ive decided, fuck it, I'll be busy too But I still think that I will love And so then I start to think harder Maybe I love you too much At some point I overtook you And thats not fair, now I expect too much Or maybe its the opposite Maybe youre falling out of love And youre hiding behind excuses Because you cant face that its not me youre thinking of. Except, I know that isnt it. I know thats when I start to think in stupidity. But understand your behaviour makes me panic Im not used to you being too busy for me. Its me. Its me and you. We love each other dont we. So why is it so difficult to feel you here. As if its you. And then its me. I suppose oh lover, this is the beginning Of what may be a messy end If you cant get some form of balance If you cant see a way that this can mend For I love you, and I am patient But I am reaching the end of sympathy For I am miserable and lonely without you here. So please, I beg, dont be too busy for me.