stupid 2

It seems to me
that I'm the only
holding on to the flame
from me to you
it's all the same
Counting on
nicotine stained fingers
all the reasons not to
la-la-love you
but I was never
good with numbers.
But here I am
here to stay
here to find you
although you've gone away
I write for miles and miles
and somehow I get nowhere
Just farther and farther without you
I wish on candles, clocks, and stars
Just for you to hold my hand
and kiss my forehead
All I ask for is what it used to be.

But ask and you shan't recieve.