West/East

What am I supposed to do when all I can do is lay here and want you. My skin stirring out of frustration, my blood boiling because I don’t want to wait, I don’t care about the future, I just care about the now. And who decided it’d be a good idea to put thousands of miles between two people. I’d rather you be in my life then just be involved in my technological life. I’m beginning to have feelings for my computer. And I think my friends are all sick of me complaining, and I think my head is sick of these thoughts. And there’s nothing that can make these feelings subside, except for you coming back to me. Cause you play the music and I read the lines, but there’s a hole where you should be. So please come back, come here and come home…. Immediately if not sooner.