l love you, goodnight
echoes down the canyons
of my love stricken mind
i hang up the phone
find myself alone
again and again
growing fainter each time
i rub my tired eyes
pull back the covers
your sweet mirage shines
i reach out to hold you
wonder if i told you
again and again
growing fainter each time
i hum this lullaby
aching in the darkness
my conscious subsides
dreaming of the day
i’ll be there to stay
again and again
growing fainter each time
i love you, goodnightConroe, Texas ‘99
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