Told Me

You’ve told me you miss me.

Is it my kiss that you miss?

Warm blood pumping beneath thin skin?

The caressing and biting,

The movement of passion.

Do you fall asleep

With the memory of it?

The different pleasures that it has derived—

Fantasies brought forth to the front of your mind,

The feelings it sparked from inside?

You’ve said that you missed me,

And I know it’s more than just this,

But do me a favor—

Show me with a smile,

Show me with your own lips.

A Touch and Your Lips

I’m not the one you miss.

I’m not the one you’re aching for;

You’re just lookin’ for a simple kind of bliss—

The one that’s blessed with a kiss.

So come here,

You can stay the night.

We’ll stay up watching movies—

Staring into each other’s eyes.

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But my heart—

That’s a different story.

It’s a bit harder to get,

Than just a touch and your lips.

Two friends can make love,

But just because your makin’ it,

Doesn’t mean that you’re in it—

Best believe it.

So come here,

You can stay the night.

We’ll stay up laughing—

Making each other feel alright.

Chorus

It’s a different story;

We’re just two friends,

But I’m not sure if you’re in it—

I can’t believe it.

My heart’s pounding

I’m wishing I was the one you were wanting

Day and night,

I just want you to stay…

My heart—

That’s a different story than

What you’re used to.

I want more than a touch and your lips.

I just want you.